i dreamed i was back in Geneva
and all the apartment buildings were cracked apart by immense oak trees, vines, and ivy, and I was alone, searching the dogpark across from where I lived (which had not changed) and the labyrinthine neighborhood Les Grottes (whose pillars had mirrors hammered into them ), and Mount Saleve loomed over me wherever I went, taller than the sun.
I felt like I was being bullied by the city, somehow. I can’t remember what I was trying to find. Whatever it was, it wasn’t in Geneva.
things to remember:
- nerd has a lot of pent-up anger, might pretend you are his dad
- because of the jock’s exposure to jazz music, his attack patterns and movements are a lot less predictable