dream deja vu. There is a house on the river bank, which I understand to be the property of rich folk, but the yard leading down to the river is totally denuded, just dirt like a construction site, and directly on the riverbank, where you’d imagine a jetty might be, is an oversized storm drain.
“We” (not clear who we are) are on an unstable raft in the river. I’m being told that the water is so polluted because the price of it is so low.
I feel like I’ve seen that house with the storm drain before — this is a case of dream deja vu. It probably arises from an area along my walk, maybe the bridge over four mile run where the street runoff pours in.
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