I dreamt that I hiked over the Hollywood Hills. On the other side, everything was beautiful and covered with snow. I had to take a ski lift down and the ticket seller flirted with me. I found a hedgehog. I eagerly built it an environment inside of a glass fishbowl with an opening so small I could only fit one finger in at a time. Luckily, the hedgehog was no more than a centimeter long. I placed it on my finger and lowered it gingerly into its new home. Suddenly, my finger started wagging uncontrollably and violently smashed it repeatedly against the glass sides of the bowl. I sadly watched innumerable legs slowly fall from its twitching corpse.
Published by Eric Brightwell
Eric Brightwell is an essayist, rambler, explorer, cartographer, and guerrilla gardener. He lives in Los Angeles because he loves it -- not because he was born there. He doesn't really care about street art, sleb culture, sunshine, and prefers mass and active transit to cars. View all posts by Eric Brightwell