I dreamt all night and morning long that my house burned down and that of my friends as well... I was saying stupid shit to friends and family like, "the only thing that matters is that we are alive, we can always buy new things" because I needed someone to say that to me. All my photos and art were lost. My collages, my albums, my homevideos. You can't buy those things a new.

When I woke up I remembered I met a fire-fighter in training earlier the night before. What the hell did you do to my head?