last night i watched i'm thinking of ending things. i woke to rain in a strange country. you know how the shore erodes. dreams change you. the brain changes with the virus. you can't tell what that's like. you're in the change. other animals live in the present. humans cannot. so they invented hope. we can meditate some of us sometimes into the present as visitors born here but from somewhere else. if we belong here why do we make it so hard to live here for other animals. we make it impossible for most. is that hope? it's only change. it erodes. dreams, they rise like tides the shore can't hold, they recede less each time you wake. you live in the lies, the residue, in the rising water of lost memory and dreams estranged on the shore of erosion.