Date: 7/1/2019
By andotherpoems
Husband’s glasses are lying broken on the ground. I look in the mailbox and there’s a note from our apartment management saying: “$2,800 fine. Violation of terms of lease.” I wonder what we could have possibly done wrong, but I don’t feel worried. Later: We’re trying to find the Pacific Design Center. We’re taking Santa Monica blvd heading East, but the street has transformed into a river and we’re traveling by canoe. Many of the buildings are built over the river, like bridges. I remember one being a large apartment complex. We can’t seem to get to the PDC; it always appears to be in the same spot, no matter how far we travel.