Imprints And Spaceships (Sidereal Time)

I had fun dreams about the book stacks, tattoos, and Lost in Space.

My recall is fragmentary and has been for (two?) years. There's rust and spiders in the filing cabinet.

Lately, there are a lot of staircases--going down, coming up, running for the windows, knives, blood, fire and paper and squalor. And a few musicians.

The grind begins tomorrow.