of course i forgot what i dreamt. i woke and read big kiss, bye-bye and thought about my old apartment and how i lived there and now i live here, and i can still see myself there but i can't quite imagine it, because i live here now. i just wanted to write this before i hop up to the 17th floor and look down on the construction in the former park, i don't know why. in fact i suppose there are many things that i've done or that happened i don't know why, but there's a story in there, like the purr of a cat if you touch it the right way. if there's a purr there's a story as well and there is no wrong way i tell myself just tell it.