I wake up in a house I have no recollection of visiting before. I look out the window and the
neighborhood is just as unfamiliar, although it does seem ever so slightly familiar, as if I was born here. I walk out onto my driveway in a baby blue bathrobe that reminds me of my mother. I can hardly remember her, it takes effort. What year is it? I look at the newspaper laying by the mailbox but I can’t decipher any of the words. It’s English, the language I was raised on, but my brain just skips over the words so it might as well be Russian or Chinese. I notice that I can hear birds chirping but it comes with the sudden realization that I have a searing headache

Humanity originated in the Great Rift Valley of Ethiopia, or that’s what I learned in (high) school. I remember that my teacher said that it was ironic or funny or something, how humanity originated in Africa and now it’s one of the least habitable continents on the planet Earth. The first human, a lady named Lucy, died by falling off of a tree! A boy who lived down the street from me when I was young fell of a tree he was climbing, and broke his neck and was paralyzed. It was in a neighborhood not unlike this one! My older brother was friends with his older brother but we hardly talked.

Hey, I just remembered, my grandpa’s caretaker for the last month of his life was from Africa. He was ghanan or ugandan or something. His name was frank and he lived in Columbus, ohio when he wasn’t taking care of dying people and living in their houses. In fact, I heard him call for my mother when my grandpa was choking on his own vomit and dying. (shout dramatically) “Rachel! Rachel!” he yelled, in a funny accent too, but it was too late at that point. I had never seen a dead body before.
We had to take care of my grandpa’s dog when he was gone. He didn’t get along well with our cats, but man, I love to watch dogs do stuff. Sometimes, at work, when my boss isn’t nearby, I go look at pictures of dogs on the internet, or even better, videos. They always cheer me up no matter how i feel! Hey, we sound just like the talking heads! Right, Zach? Right, Danny? Well, jeez, 1, 2, 3, 4!

Every night I dream of Esteban D
You COME COME COME
And see right thru me

Ever since I’ve met you
I’ve wanted to kiss you
So many weeks have passed by and
I do nothing but miss you