I dreamt...

in color last night. 16 steps down into the stairwell. Rain water dripping down the walls of the building. Concrete. I was smoking and I was cold. I felt sorry for myself but I didn't know why. Through three doors and around a corner I saw that the door to apartment 4B was ajar. Sickly blue light from an ancient television danced across the faces of five catatonic old people. As I stepped in and faced the t.v., I was met with the image of Condoleeza Rice being sworn in as Secretary of State.

We are who we've been waiting for.