This is the clothesline at my grandma’s house. For some reason, all of my most profound dreams begin here. In my dreams, the space is the same, only bigger, wider. Sometimes there is a huge ditch, but it’s always the same location. Most of the time I run around here before I fly, but one time I found a tiny village that’s normally invisible. To the back of the photo, opposite where its facing, are thick woods. Always much thicker in my dreams, and full of things…