mrjo

Date: 11/9/2020

i was approaching a place called marble bluff, where the train line to the spurting devil lay underneath the cliffs of a high rise community. the train came by as soon as i approached and stood still, it left as soon as i entered. everyone else that was supposed to be there was onboard already. as the train approached the spurting devil, the seats became more compact, the passengers became closer together, the clanging was replaced with motor noises, and the tracks ahead became a black and grainy road. we were approaching what looked like a massive compound of flat houses, with the riverbanks and the wooded cliffs in the distance. i realized slowly that this was not the way to the job interview that i had, but my interview was all the way back in a place called the king’s bridge. the bus finally stops at spurting devil. “um, i have to turn back. my interview was not here, but somewhere else.” my way out was blocked by the other passengers getting out of the bus. i look around, and i find that i already am at kings bridge. there was a crowd of people in front of me. as i am waiting, the crowd thins out. i ask another passenger why there is a crowd. “Its joe biden, yo.” The other person says. the last of the people clear off, then there he was. He was old, thin, and crippled, but his eyes were bright and green like opals in a beach sun. the people got their autographs, and then walked of on their lives. they disappeared into the air, but at this point, i thought that it was more dream systematic than symbolic. I approached joe, wondering if he would give me his autograph. the last of the other guests vanished, and the street road transformed into one of my old apartments. one of the shops behind me transformed into a closet. his eyes change color, his right eye was yellow, and his left eye was purple. he blinks, and his right eye turns dark purple. “wait, wait, wait, for me to sign you autograph. wait, ... hold on.” joe goes into the closet and pulls out some papers. but first, i wanted to see if you could sign this autograph. he shows me pamphlets of what looked like my old homework, but i remembered that it was my syllabus from when i used to write lesson plans. “go, reach in, you’ll find more.” i went into the closet and i found many small toys, old books, racks of coats, and more papers. i pick up the papers, and a large sewing pin falls out. wondering what to do with the pin, i eventually just put it back into the closet. i walk over to joe and show him the papers, he says “ill show you someone else who has even more of your papers.” he points me to my dad, who is grading my papers. “hmm, im seeing some points here. you need to come and have a look at this.” he points at the paper and taps it with his pen.