The Last good thing i had from the last couple of weeks was a Compliment, from a dream.
It was a Compliment to my voice, a Compliment for me, By my own subconscious, Told to me by a person that doesn’t exist, in a collection of what essencially are random bits of thoughts, memories and sounds sloppily slapped toghether with barely any resembleance or coherence at all.
And it was the highlight of my week.