woke up sick. wandering in the bardo. trying to find an ambulance for mother. something about a board with a nail stuck in it...for mounting. i go by the nursing home. i disguise myself as a patient. walk out wrapped up in a blanket. walking on the southside, but maybe a different city. end up on a one-way street. pass a young man in a yard. it seems dangerous. a child leads me, shows me the way. mother is dead. it has been months. i hardly seem able to deal with it. am in a school. lost.
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