Freud and the Closing Party
Serious post-travel blues. My subconscious is not subtle.
Last night i dreamed that my workshop classmates, professor, and i were all in this abandoned hacienda, really delapidated, walls painted dark blue. We were each in a different room, writing on the walls with silver pens. We couldn't leave our rooms though, and could only occasionally yell at each other. I distinctly remember one of them yelling, "WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST GO PLAY VIDEO GAMES?"
Anyhow, here are some images from the closing party:
Last night i dreamed that my workshop classmates, professor, and i were all in this abandoned hacienda, really delapidated, walls painted dark blue. We were each in a different room, writing on the walls with silver pens. We couldn't leave our rooms though, and could only occasionally yell at each other. I distinctly remember one of them yelling, "WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST GO PLAY VIDEO GAMES?"
Anyhow, here are some images from the closing party:
It was a great time. Miss you and if I wasn't so dang sick, I would be having serious post-travel blues too.
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