August 15, 2016

I watched as the colorfully painted house on the beach gently leaned to the side until it completely tipped over like an uprooted tree. I picked up what seemed to be a boat cut in half and the man sitting by the water asked if I was sailing somewhere. “I thought about it” I said, before turning back and telling my father that the house had fallen over.

I was trailing along a man who was being chased and I asked him when he knew he was being followed. He told me it was when he found out his old residence had been searched that he started running. We were talking while he tried to unlock the turquoise piano with wooden pegs and by playing certain key combinations.