a building in the sky above the clouds. Headless men in white.coveralls stagger through the winding balconies and down the halls.

They've been watching me for years. People with heads can see me and call to announce my presence.

Please show me to the perimeter. So I can jump off the edge and make my way down to the city.

They show me a room where they will torture me for arriving, they knew I'd come. I stand in the threshold, shaking my head, then step back and dart through the wall to right. But I don't go any farther.  A no headed dog, who is only solo cups and bones walks up the stairs.  I lay hands on her fur and fill her out.  Make her healthy again, give her a head.  Two pups emerge and the people with heads take me back inside.  This time kinder.

They show me a one strap, cream shoulder sackbag containing my dreams written on a white pad with blue border and orange and white candles.