When creativity is forbidden

The train stops and a woman enters. She is looking for books, has a scanning device. My book is hid underneath a used adult diaper.

Signing your name can be construed as subversive.

Bathing in hot clean water is forbidden. Damp mold caked bath house with disgusting soap are provided. You are watched. There cannot be happiness or cavorting.

Music is almost forbidden. People gather to make music far removed from society.

Reading is my life, love and purpose, hiding my purpose is all but impossible. Do I want to survive or live?

Handmaid Kimono's

I'm riding an under powered scooter without enough gas with my cousin who died.

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I need someone a person to talk to someone to care to love.

Leonard Cohen And the Divine Hotel

I had a dream recently that I was traveling via car with L.Cohen and his granddaughter. The road we wanted to go on was 'Spirited Away' kind of flooded so we turned around and found ourselves in a small town where his brilliance was unknown. We put ourselves in a hotel called Divine and all was well.