The 1975 Banqiao Dam failure.
Nightmares with doors, entry systems, biometric recognition, unstable roads sinking,
water, wells, rain, people with impeccable clothes that I lightly touched and they were stained with moisture,
not knowing if they were thoughts or dreams none of this, my shoes over the broken pavement that opened and slid at my feet,
and the water ran through the puddles and over the grass,
a linear park, a neighborhood of brick houses, art books in a library,
I opened the pages in front of me.
What was on those pages?
The feeling of inexorable change.
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