sand

There were bluffs, and sand, by the beach. train tracks. Like the one with dad from carp and trains. mackie had decided to stop doing triathlons. we were walking along the beach. a cliff much closer to the water. drugged out maybe. i remember jessie. there were things hidden in the sand. all garbage, like a game of eye spy. cast offs from failed projects. I also remember having gone to practice that cat stevens song but i had taken off the pencils without remembering. i thought, i guess i decided to not let my tools of art be slaves to music. haha. interesting use of symbolism ( : also a subconscious reminder to just go buy a real capo. I thought that part was real until i woke up to find the pencils where i left them.