I keep having dreams about rigging elevators to blast out of their shafts, and go flying into the stratosphere. I’ve been having them for months. Usually I have some kind of explosive that I stuff into a corner of the elevator, then it blows up on the top floor, sending me off into the sky. Last night’s flight was particularly strange because there was a small child in the elevator who didn’t know what I was doing. It was all good, though, because it ended with a freezeframe of us both jumping in the air, pumping our fists and yelling “yeah!” as we flew into the sky.

Do these represent hope of going beyond the boundries set by the conventional design of life? Or does it portray me as some kind of elevator-rocket kamakazi, taking my own life for only a few seconds of flight?

In any case, I feel bad for all the holes that I keep blowing through innocent people’s roofs. Sorry.