I dreamed last night that I looked at photographs of the new crimean wars. the images appeared and slowly faded to white, like a sunprint being fixed. I walked with the teacher to his car. halfway there he had crutches and was an invalid. we walked through urban blight, and overgrown and flooded grass. when we arrived at his car he removed the tarp and it was a beat up model t, he cranked it and drove off
