16/3/08

last night i dreamt about solving a crime. what looked in every way to be suicide i could only believe to be murder. the murder took place outside a white villa, whose walls were exposed to the streetfont as the road level was lover than that of the basement floor. there was a lone tree bare of leaves. i knew my friend was dead and i watched and rewatched the super eight footage of her stabbing herself in the chest with a blunt pipe but all the time i could feel no sadness.