In that dream I was walking out of an airport trying to figure out where I’d parked. There were vague signs showing names of gates and parking lots but soon it all got confused and I realized I didn’t know how to get to where I was going. And I couldn’t ask anyone for directions because how could they tell me the way if I couldn’t remember the starting point? It was my mom I was trying to see, I’d miss her if I couldn’t find the car. I woke with a feeling I had to shake off and wondered at its meaning: the feeling of being caught in a blender with no exit, like many are feeling these days. Of being lost and disconnected and no one looks familiar, their faces aren’t there, or they’re blurred. The creaking sounds the house makes at night like we’re all on a boat, but it’s stopped in the middle of the sea. The dull aspect of daylight changing every day and the color of the grass now golden brown. It will green up again, and so will we.