i dreamt that i had a swollen broken hand and it was so painful and achey and stretched. i thought it would be okay and then it was a week later and it was worse than when it first happened. so i went to the hospital where i got distracted by dark empty ballrooms decorated for the holidays, susanne lead a Yule ritual for strangers and old friends alike at the hospital and someone attended via conference call. a woman wearing a cd case around her neck as a show of righteous poverty even though she was rich. quinn begging for a book with partial shakespeare plays because they had the euripides character he liked to quote at work. looking through the solid ceiling and viewing millions of colorful stars with absolute clarity.