OK, time slips fast, art drunk, wobbling home, eyes blurry, dreams at night of elevators, Apocalypse, strange rooms with people of the past. Day breaks with astro-traveling on a gray morning on a gray freeway seeing glimpses of the extraordinary in the ordinary as a lady puts on make up in a car and the sun hits the Harbor Blvd. off ramp sign. Kids bicycle to school. Stop at a traffic light. A homeless man pushes a wide load of bottles and cans on a shopping cart through the cross walk. On time while seeming to be late. Empty room. Quiet thoughts drift in and out. Rest.
