I had that dream again, I think it was the third time. I'm in the car alone, going somewhere I need to go on a very narrow road. There is nowhere to turn off, no way to pull over.
Ahead of me - maybe a mile or so - I can see that the road lifts up and then flips around, upside down. The words "dangerous" and "impossible" cross my mind. I keep going anyway. Then before anything exciting happens I wake up.
This time, I know what it is. It's the story I'm telling, the one about Cuba and Santo Domingo.
It's time for the loop I promised you; it's time for us to go upside and backwards.
Ahead of me - maybe a mile or so - I can see that the road lifts up and then flips around, upside down. The words "dangerous" and "impossible" cross my mind. I keep going anyway. Then before anything exciting happens I wake up.
This time, I know what it is. It's the story I'm telling, the one about Cuba and Santo Domingo.
It's time for the loop I promised you; it's time for us to go upside and backwards.
