This is when a sunshine draws through the crack of that closet you call a room. Sleeping under a rod from which suits hang over your body. Opening the door to this 7-by-3 foot space folds down an ironing board and plugging a surge protector into the only outlet fires up the iron, a hot plate of coffee, the toaster, and tape player. Like a prayer before dinner, routine is so ritual in the AM that it being 4:30 and dark out is practically a day on the beach. So we praise Bebe Gato Tropicano for the drone-work video of “Un ovni junto al Sol.” It feels like a nirvana of visuals. It portrays the dreams never dreamed. Dumped in a pile of slush. The home you’re in is abandoned. This is the only outlet that works. Protect your privacy like a monthly check you don’t have to pay. But your job, though. And slavery. In a cattle prodded-paycheck sorta way. PEACE!
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