The
other week I dreamt –
I’m
sitting in a movie theater with old upholstered seats lined by metal and a
sloping concrete floor, and I lean over to pick up a small white paper bag
rolled up at the top so that the tomatoes inside can ripen.
As I pick it up, I noticed a thin clearish juice soaking out of the bottom of the bag and running down the floor a bit:
The
tomatoes have become more than overripe, they’ve become a bit rotten.
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