Last night I dreamt I had a map of the city tattooed on my right arm, with all the neighborhoods filled in with different colors. It was so beautiful. All day I have been eyeing my bare and boring right arm with speculation.
But this tattoo was the city, and when KTV and her bike magically shrunk down to the size of a flea, I put her on my arm so she could still bike through the streets.
In this dream I missed New York, which seemed endless the one time I visited, and I thought nostagically of the time KTV and I levitated across the park. Two feet off the ground – in both senses – we flew all the way home.