April 4th, 2025

On a hill at school-looking at some memorial for sporting successes. Wishing I was there. Walk back inside thinking about making websites and changing stuff. Get into a hall and sit down, thinking about the stuff I could write. Brian Fossa starts tearing at the walls and the whole thing comes down. I walk outside through the rubble, raise my fist, start walking down the middle of the street and yell, “Vive the revolution!” Keep walking up to the square, yelling slogans, but no one is following. Get to the square, stop, and walk back. Some girl says she got arrested, and a man starts following me and asking questions. I say I can’t hear, and he keeps asking. I duck down an alley and through a kitchen, and out the back. I start back, and a girl in a car comes by and I flag her down. We get along, and she takes me to a meeting room where they’re planning something with the credit card mag strip. I start filing it down. Get worried that I’m going to demagnetize it.