For the comic
It starts with suffering
I don’t know where it ends

Sometimes we say when the sun goes down
Or when we fall asleep but
I don’t really know

The last dream I remember
I was navigating a slippery hill
There was a flood of water rushing down
And I was moving very carefully

And then a little girl just zipped right past me
Slid all the way down standing up
And totally wiped out at the bottom
Without missing a beat
She bounced back onto her feet
And took off running

The next day I went back to the hill
All the water was gone
At the base we’re a bunch of records
That were all moldy and water damaged

Over the course of the past couple of years
I must have spent days cleaning
Moldy records

It’s a good thing I was wearing a mask