here first. hiding from the sun at the table in the living room. were i a plant i would look forward to the giant orange to turn its fire on over the roof of kings county hospital. sitting here with one eye open, the blurry screen in front of me, the air conditioner running. some strange dreams still tearing at my neck. how much more fragile could it make sense for me to be? perhaps i'll have some water and then go right back to sleep. the screen just turned into a blob. it is getting brighter. maybe i should water the plants first. hmm...