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| entry 13 (:on nightmares about war) | |
| february 27th, 2025 | |
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| i dropped off julia at the ferry early this morning | |
| i woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare | |
| i lived in my previous apartment and all devices with any | |
| capacity to receive electro-magnetic signals blared out the | |
| news of a war started from within the country | |
| some foreign force had established next to the city that i | |
| grew up and have spent most of my life in, and now they | |
| were shelling ineighborhood after neighborhood | |
| my balcony was facing the other way than it should, from it | |
| i could see the apartment across the street being struck by | |
| bombshell after bombshell after bombshell burning as it was | |
| torn down to rubble | |
| looking up i instantly recognized the curved aereal trace | |
| of impending death and that was the cue for me waking up | |
| i feel terrible | |
| i've had so much to do today so me sitting here and writing | |
| this down is the first thing today that could be considered | |
| rest or winding down or unloading | |
| this too shall pass | |
| tomorrow will be a good day and i look forward to the | |
| challenge of not treating myself the daily servings of news | |
| from all atrocities the world is converging around | |
| it should really be seen as a treat and not a challenge |