In a foreign mall with mama j. Looking for a certain item. Giant comic books on the shelves. A taxi driver that was too sassy with us. Then I was a photographer, looking for models in a mansion of friends, and he was there. the one I no longer care for, speak of, or think of. his family was there and there was just news of his aunts passing two to three days earlier. I was looking for models for a shoot of lingerie, models to spin and acrobat themselves on hanging fabric from the ceiling. Very cirque de solie. I ask my friends who would be fit, who would be able, and I look and look. I somehow end up in a car with him driving, we're in is old 95 honda civic, the purple grey one. Something has happened to the world. And earthquake? Massive destruction? He drives us off a broken bridge into the water, for a few seconds we landed on a small concrete centre, the part the once stood to hold the bridge up in the middle. I tell him to stop, he continues to drive, we fall off and we se...