all night, i dreamt of homeless people. i felt quite apart from them although i, too, was looking for a place to sleep. i found what looked like a mechanic's shop, but the men there seemed rowdy and slightly drunk. i found a tiny run-down room with four people to a bed...

then, lying on a doorstep, a girl who looked so much like my sister, who had nearly drowned, and who was still soaking wet. she tried hard to speak, but nothing came out. i put my hand on her bloody belly and stayed to comfort her until she passed..

i don't know where i slept, or if i did

i returned to the area the next day to find the police doing a "sweep".. children being removed from the bike shops where they "lived".. families packing up. i was concerned they'd arrest me, for some reason, and walked in the opposite direction