ice machetes, speaking elsewhere

Sometimes I drift to sleep, or drift toward waking, with the news on in the background, and the results are always strange.

The BBC was talking about the cold, and about the sea freezing from the top down (unusual, bad), and in my dream, Tokyo Bay was freezing--

--but this was manifested by men marching to shore, two by two, brandishing machetes of ice, which they banged against the ground, loud, ringing strikes, as they came.

Athena Andreadis very generously let me speak about Pen Pal on her bl...