It started off with me thinking that sooner or later you would fall down a well.
After a while, I started looking for a well to throw myself down.
(Dreams last night of royalty, replicating chickpea composed boogie men, an unanticipated trip to Tennessee, getting lost souvenir shopping, escapes in dark allies, a highway bridge drive over the city in the hot dusty summer of south of the equator in a crowded, old VW beetle. The bridge had no end in sight but plenty of traffic. No soundtrack, just the whine of 100 idling engines and rush of the wind at 1000ft up.
Carnaval vem logo, meu)