Saturday, June 15, 2002 Dreams of riots last night. Riots tearing apart Los Angeles. People being brutal to other people. And on TV, I was watching Moby perform at Area: Two and halfway through his performance, he stopped spinning, his head hanging in pain, because he had just heard about the craziness. And I was so scared and sad and only wanted a hug, and none of my friends understood. I woke up still convinced that the world was ending. Had to remind myself that it was a dream, that I had gone to bed watching Empire Strikes Back and being happy. It felt so real, is the thing. So real. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.