dream I was in my childhood home staring at a clear statue on top of my parent’s old stereo in our living room. it moved its head and pointed up.
today I sat and stared upwards at a drone for thirty minutes. tt was just a guy flying a drone over the Ben Franklin Parkway, maybe tracking traffic or just testing it out. but I was unsure. I wanted every shot he downloaded to have me staring intensely right at it. an act of patience and tenacity.
I don’t like being watched unless it’s pinpoint bulls eye only two eyes on me and I invited them.
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