March 26, 2015

There was a potted plant which resembled celery with its leaves cut off in front of me. Someone online asked me what dreams smelled like. So then I sent a friend a text asking what the ground over there smelled like along with a picture of the muddy grass in front of me. He replied that it smelled like “traditionally wild tomatoes and dinosaurs” which I interpreted as an earthy and “generally reptilian” scent.

When I had gotten up from the ground and looked at my watch, it was already 7:30 in the evening. I had missed the usual dinner time but there were still long lines of people waiting for pizza.