today

i dreamt marcello giovanni was in istanbul, but there was also a coup d'etat. he was taking pictures and smiling all the time. but i was worried about the coup d'etat, and military was looking for me but we wanted to go to a place where we would be safe. we had to walk through a land filled with electric wires but marcello giovanni walks around the wires, and i say once again, "clever and always thinking of his comfort."

i can't explain how sad i am.

don't say me
remember me that i have to wake up early
who is him
where is him