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The Weather Report with Juliette Sandoval #6

Thursday July 6, 2023

The mind waxes and wanes like the moon. It is on the trajectory of going into complete darkness. White reveals, black hides. Why do I feel so guilty for existing? I am ashamed of the desire which makes the trees reach for the sky. I am reaching too. I’ve done my best. I think of an infinite stretch of birdhouses.

Friday July 7, 2023

You can never escape the coastal air, the breath of sea salt, the escalation of tropical delusion. The breeze blows, life slows to a crawl, the glass is fogged. The city streets and office buildings dissolve, the cars dissolve, the people evaporate. I am losing my way in the sand. I catch fragments: in the crest of the waves, in the lapses of seaweed.

Saturday July 8, 2023

I fall asleep and see messages which are quite clear. Trust me, I don’t want to think so much anymore. Daydreaming of immanent action. There is an all-encompassing humidity, a heart in jungle territory.

You said, ____________________________

(a declaration of intent which I’ve taken quite seriously)

Sunday July 9, 2023

I am in a losing war with the imagination. Dreams can be both sustenance and a source of drought.

Monday July 10, 2023

Hollywoodland is dripping into my eyes.

Tuesday July 11, 2023

I am writing to tell you that the doomsday radio is out of commission. I am very busy, I hope you are less so. In truth, I think only of one thing. I am single-minded. The stars are responsive this evening. The sky has been dipped in melted candle wax. I tasted the clouds and they reminded me that there is a life which I can’t see clearly yet. All I know is that the dream will be secured with lock and key. The house is small but waiting. Home is immaterial but forming.

Wednesday July 12, 2023

I will give you a reason to believe that the blue skies can persist forever.

Juliette Sandoval

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