i was running down and around the street. i think i remember tali's
house. solar was there, walking amidst a bunch of people..i ran? i jumped a fence. people tried to chase me. i found a place with tight corridors. it was outside and the walls were stucco, all yellow and water stained. clair caught up with me. told me solar(?) was looking for me.
and i remembered, he tried to send me something on icq (of all things) but when i got it he was already gone and i didn't know how to find him again.i blew it she rested her head on mine as i was curled on the ground against the wall.
"And here's the ... gallery of roses? the place was pristine coldness, all the warmth was kept out by the 10 ft. french windows)
Here's (this guy? it was me). he's got the same name as my husband but that's just a coincidence. I don't own him.
*exit, stage right*
solar(?) tried to warn me, to get me to listen. claire tried to comfort me. chased me when i was running before. and there was that other girl. she was there, too.*and a gun street girl was the cause of it all* i think solar was that guy from e2 cos it was on icq or something, and it was orion_somethingorother. reconcile this. please. (curiouser and curiouser)
i walk in (to the living room?) and pass the sofa wrapped in plastic everything has this weird dali-esque quality, nothing is really there unless i focus on it.. i walk into the hallway and it's the narrow hallway from the old trailer, the walls are that crappy synthetic wood paneling.
i always hated that, it felt horrible. maybe thats the real reason i ran away from home those times
and my father is there, opening/shutting my door, he see's me and leaves it ajar. i don't remember seeing much when i looked in. but i remember something falling from the door.plastic? i look in to my fathers' computer room and i see my desktop on the monitor so i figure it must be my computer.
must be because it's running litestep with the picture i made and he would never figure out how to use it
i tell him that things are weird, both him and mom seem real upset and i don't know what's going on, and could we please talk about it..
he's facing this broken shelf hanging on the wall, trying to fix it. "if you want me to, i can fix that later for you." i don't know if i was trying to say anything or what. he mutters something indistinctly
christ i wish i could remember this better (with something like this? maybe it's better to forget how much your life sucks..
i asked him about the computer. i gathered from the conversation that some of the parts were mine. "Which parts?" "the (something)." "the (something)? you mean the sound card?""yeah" "wow. that was expensive. i'm not really worried about *money* of all things, am i?! i suck
"what about the hard drive? i'd like the harddrive, if nothing else. i have a lot of important things on it." then there was a bed in the computer room and he was lying on it, curled up like a baby. were those tears on his cheeks?
"i don't care about any of it."
i hate myself on the inside