The package stayed on my back so long with no one opening it that it was so worn. It broke at the touch, and my dream burst out like a Pandora's box of disaster, filling the room. He looked at me in surprise.

He said, they’re beautiful.

Yes, I'd forgotten, they used to be like that, I said. I only remember how to carry them.

DREAM

DREAM

DREAM

DREAM

DREAM

DREAM

DREAM

closed bag

DREAMS

Written by me