Dirty Dreams — Vol. 2 of 3 [Letters to a Doosh]
25 th February ’22 — Nainital — Sitting on a table next to the see-through glass wall at Sakley’s café. Outside are cocaine-snorting cows-&-crows and a lake filled with pro-abortionist slutty swans. Hey, Doosh There’s a song I really love — River . There’s a line, a question, in that song that instantly freezes my balls & then kicks them till they turn Oxford blue. Here it goes. Is a dream a lie if it don't come true Or is it something worse? No matter how I spin this, there’s no getting away from the rude truth. It is, indeed, something worse At times, I ask , “What about a dream that did come true, but felt nothing like I had imagined it?” Questions, often, are a lot bigger assholes than the answers. We, humans, love talking about dreams. We ask, “What are your dreams, Chloé?” Mostly, Chloé & humans come up with mindnumbingly cookie-cutter answers — “I want to be successful, famous, pretty, have a bungalow, a Porsche, fall in love, travel the world.” And more r