October 23, 2015

We were walking away from the bus and the group of people were feeling particularly smug for they had redirected the blame of something they did to some random bystander. There were people working in ditches around highly stacked mounds of dirt. We walked to a tea house and someone commented on my long strides - they said how it made us look like a part of a gang. I immediately resumed a regular posture.

When we got inside, I took a chair and started smashing it against the railing of a stairway that led downwards. “I love dreams” I commented. I referred to the fact that things usually don’t break unless you want them to - as was the case right now. Instead of snapping off, the wood merely flexed and bent around the metal railing. I added how it was due to the limitations of physics calculations in one’s dreams. When the chair finally did snap, it rattled on the ground, similar to how an object would clip around the floor in a video game.