penny lu's and my belly are warbling a duet. r.'s snoozing. a misty sunrise. it's an hour later but it says it's an hour early. i keep on rehearsing a play, a film, a story, a dream, in my dreams, but it's gone with the sun and i feel like the day is only the trace of the dream. we have to go do something at the old place. my painter friend chuck said he was reminded of me watching leolo, a guy in it collects all the stuff he finds significant from other people. i said i was like that, my old place is full of those kind of things, but i can't keep them any more. i have to vacate the space to leave it behind, empty. a space in the past full significant things other people and my past self made. i said in fact i wonder if he might like to reclaim his wounded whale and the the bleeding elephant paintings. he didn't reply so maybe i said the wrong thing, but it's the only thing, i held them and carried them place to place all these years. i have to lighten now eventually to fly.