oh no oh life

Dear G R,

Last night I dreamt I got a dog. He was a big, fuzzy collie/husky mix, black and white and very cute. But it was like an H&M dog or something… it had a tag and price and size. I realized I couldn’t keep it, so I had to return it, but I didn’t want to. Meanwhile, I ended up in the Stockholm airport and saw my friend Magnus, who had dyed his hair red and was looking quite nihilistic. Then I ran into my sister Molly, her boyfriend George and their dog Lola, who was frolicking around, per usual. I couldn’t keep my dog, because my house doesn't allow pets, and because I knew I couldn’t devote all that time to him. So, I ended up talking to an Italian train conductor on the New York subway, and demanded for him to tell me which train went to the airport. As the train departed, as if I weighed a metric ton, I pulled myself in slow motion, up and up, slowly onto the train, as I watched the intestinal infrastructure of underground New York fly by me. I then spoke Italian to the conductor, or dream Italian, which might have been more logical.

I woke up, sad that I had no dog and somewhat forlorn that I was not in New York. But a dog would be better then New York. NYC doesn't bark at things for you, and it doesn't lick you or fetch a ball.

Best,
-e

PS Radiohead webcast on Friday (tomorrow). In Quicktime Player, URL link to: rtsp://89.167.182.32:80/mystream.sdp