Saw that kid from school on the coach reading moments of reprieve. Through the gap between head rests his voice said "have you read if not now when?" A strip of smiling face grinned from the table in front of me and even now, stopping to see the picture better, I cannot decide if it was a class room or a workshop. Thinking maybe it just felt like school room because of the face association process. I need endless coffee and Otis Redding to write this down for you. Thats the thing with my dreams, i cannot speak for you, remembering pictures of lessons and morals but the truth of the scene is shaded. I can tell you if i wash this off i will regret it. It was in that work house that i first realised the seriousness of my situation.