Date: 7/21/2020
By Purple
In my dream, I was living in my grandma’s apartment in the Bronx, but the apartment was a block over, and across the street from the schoolyard. I heard loud rock music, assuming the people playing the music were aging rockers or bikers. The song blaring through their truck stereo speakers was Van Halen’s “Running with the Devil.” I felt a sense of safety in their presence, though they were heard, and not seen. It felt like dusk and the end of summer.