I won’t be looking at the last day’s readings, either.

I had a dream similar in quality once before. I rumbled out of the depths of sleep to hear with most perfect and thorough clarity the unbroken turbulent mass of low piano harmonics

(one of the later measures in Triadic Memories)

Last night I plummeted toward the earth in a rocket capsule, the friction of the atmosphere outside the metal shell jostling the return about its vector. I imagined the process of disintegration were the shell to fail at a small point.

I surfaced somewhat, realizing that perhaps I was in reality feeling a small earthquake – I’ve been imagining what it might feel like with irresponsible excitement since I arrived in California. The atmosphere around us thickened at a sharp edge and the capsule slammed into it, through it. The first earthquake! Sick with a cold, I recognized as I bobbed up. Was the denser volume now around us the ocean? I don’t know if the earthquake was real.