for some odd reason i dreamt i had to write an essay, describing something.. the taste of something, in immaculate detail. i didnt understand it..and i was out of it even in my dream.. i wasnt up to the essay, telling the teacher who remarkably reminded me of fred savage that i couldnt come up with anything. the page had nothing on it. this test took place in my old childhood apt. i saw an example of the finest essay written for the exam, even though i was alone.
the words were so lengthy and snobbish. so upperclass restaurant reviewer.. i cant recall every word but ceviche was included. god knows why that word showed itself in my dream. i have not come across it any time recently. im not an avid partaker of ceviche. fuck i dont even know what it is until moments ago.
but yes. ceviche everybody.. ceviche!
