This is my real life. Every morning I wake up and drone through the day and finally return to reality when I fall into oblivion.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I’ll just cut to the chase. I was flying and photographing the beach from above. Jon Wong had this power too and caught an aerial photo of a shark off the coast. Crreeeepy. Brains had some weird earth powers he used to make a huge sand ball in an alley in Venice. It was behind a chain linked fence. Night fell. I was walking with my dad to a play that my sister was acting in. We were exiting a mall (still by the beach though) and a group of young girls wanted me to take their photo. I couldn’t figure out how to get the flash working so I said sorry. My dad and I walked outside and I was talking to an older Mexican man (he had clown stuff tatted on his face) who was holding a baby. He told me about his daughter and how she loved photography and how he supported her decision. It was actually a nice chat with someone who seemed pretty scary at first. His daughter came up and she talked to me about photography, but then she started giving me 7 flowers and saying each on representing something different, like passion, love, etc. Kinda freaked me out with that. I’d lost where my dad was but entered the auditorium where the play was. I couldn’t find my seat so I somehow found my way on the stage and laid down under the decoration. I was hiding under the sand. The auditorium held only about 100 people, and the stage was very slanted..not towards them but away. So as I was under the sand on the stage, I had the original book. I know this isn’t correct, but I was holding “Oedipus Rex” and thinking this story was about friendship (totally incorrect). Although the stuff happening on stage was some weird preshistoric landscape, like Pangea or something. The stage was also animated…it looked like claymation. The continents were shifting as my sister was acting out her part and narrating the creation of the world. All the while, I hid under the sand, trying to find what the hell they were talking about. Soon enough, I’d turned to the audience and everyone had left. It was dark and it grew quiet. My family was the only audience left, and my dad said, “C’mon Al, let’s go home.”
