number 908. this is not a dream of mine. it's like a dream in styrofoam and concrete. somebody else's obscure dream made hard by reality. somebody's dream made a neighborhood hard reality. i lost the words i had put to this because they were too long for a title and could not be saved, or the user failed to save them. you know what, it doesn't matter what is saved, in a way we remember along the way by the way we are reminded of things we can't forget anyway, that forgotten just sink down into our unconsciousness waiting to rise to the occasion of memory.