Inner workings

Galaxy by Jackson Pollock

Pollock nailed it for me today.

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Another dream.

I'm in a sort of worship building somewhere in Asia, maybe India. There are thousands of people, but I am the only one of my family here. Everything begins to quake. We all make our way to the exits and I search for a familiar face.

Outside it's terrible. Long lines of people waiting for supplies and medical attention. There is also a line for grieving persons who have lost someone in the tradgedy. I stand in this line, feeling it's the most appropriate place for me.

I am incredibly thirsty and no amount of water can quench it.