A COMMUNAL EXPERIMENT IN SELF CURATION

a Soul Project

archival : bleak times :

I dreamt of Nick last night.

I was riding in a car with Dylan and I saw him from afar. At first it was just a tall person, but as I looked closer as we approached it became him. He looked at me over his shoulder, his face filled with regretful acquiescence. The scene slowed as we drove past and I watched as he rode by on a bicycle. Our gazes met, my soul tugged for the stranger I once knew. Here, he was humbled. And then he was gone, and I woke up to Dylan calling me on the phone, waking me from a dream I'll never relive. Dylan, who cares enough to read aloud and fall asleep on Skype together regularly. I shouldn't miss Nick, and I don't. But this morning, unasked for, I felt it.