Dead ones and the living

[sovay]

I slept twenty minutes last night and all of them were nightmares. I write this e-mail from a dentist's office in Davis Square, where after an hour derspatchel is finally being seen for the filling that disintegrated on Monday night (it is that kind of week). I appear to have just watched the Pope abdicate on CNN. I've had better-starting mornings.

(Probably so has the Pope, but I bet he isn't tired enough to hallucinate movement in the brickwork across the street.)

[edit] I still really keep hoping for an antipope. I know it's not going to happen. I'm just saying.

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[sovay]

If the bricks get up to anything especially interesting, I hope you'll let us know.

Mostly an arch over the doorway appeared to breathe faintly and rotate with a sort of rippling pattern against the straighter-stacked bricks of the wall, in ways that it couldn't have done even if it were an independently mobile piece of architecture. It was an interesting effect. Non-Euclidean geometry, hello.