Out of the Recesses

Escaping from the world below.  I climbed high up into the pipes and heating vents painted white. I kept rising in the works while thinking I might be letting dust fall. I was worried about being caught but determined.  I starting to pull the wall apart slowly. Cigar boxes emerged from the wall. I thought they might be valuable but not as important as escaping. When a hole had been made, I could tell it was into a bedroom.  I saw the gloss of a floor and heard a soft snore.  Boldly, I went, through rooms at dawn, so that only the grey shadowy gloss and clean palatial  features of some well appointed manor were apparent. I went down a pair of balustraded stairs. The decisions I made were snap decisions. I found myself outside. I saw water and I dove in. I moved down and out a water causeway until I was beyond the grounds of the place I had been captive.  The water was dotted with people and I could see structures and horizon ahead.

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moist red walls and swimming vegetables

I’m back in Viet Nam in a house which looks more like a cave-like clay hut. Some girl (and her father?) is with me and painting the walls in dusky pink and bright red. The walls are too soggy for the paint and I think the typical light green one would be better. The wallpaper is soaked and the coat won’t become even, but I’m telling the girl that it’s alright.

I’m in the locker room of a public swimming pool  but it looks more like a youth hostel dorm.
I’m talking to a fellow student about how fast I usually swim and what the record at this pool is.

I’m preparing broccoli and it’s getting too soft-boiled. ☆