we swam up Gaudi’s whalebone house on a breezy 50ug LSD. Debussy played and the city of mermaids sang silently along. I sweated and cried with joy. The pigeons danced in the sky and - on your mermaid face - their shadows eclipsed crystal dew drops in which the future swam. 6:00pm A tiny dog tore through the crowded square in maniacal bloodlust for pigeon flesh. His glee was ours and we laughed until our sides hurt and until those teeth found their target - when we gasped the laughter returned. Your eyes were bright seafoam and the stone mermaids couldn’t help but sing when you came near. The sun fell and we watched it flare out from the window over sore smiling cheeks.