a letter in the post - pt 3 - loco for tacos

I have been on the road, 2 more days. I think. Maybe 3.
i only stopped to get gas. the second gas station i stopped at, there was a taco truck, they made deep fried pickles too, randomly. I got them to deep fry me a jalapeno pepper. but it must have been a ghost pepper or something because i felt intense pain all the way down into my stomach, and i started to sweat profusely and then...
there were pyramids, like a golden avenue of kings and queens. the only constellation i could see in the night sky above me was of the eye of horus. I had an ankh in my hand. It had your name written on it. only it wasn't your real name. it was the name of a child, the name of a dream. the wind smelled like ozone, like static electricity. I didnt know where i was, but nope it wasn't kansas. I tried to find the taco truck. But all i could find was a mountain of sand behind a row of small pyramids. crawling around was a bright green caterpillar. with a bright red thorn on its head. he said his name was Murry and that he was in a hurry. he needed to go back to his solitary cucoon and morph into a moth. he asked me if i had seen any cucoons there in the middle of this ancient desert. i was afraid to move. i only sat silently and stared at this talking insect.
behind the silence, i heard music. i climbed the mound of sand to the top, and there was some kind of party in the distance. for the pharoh. a birthday perhaps. i tried to climb down the other side, to confront these people and ask them where i was. i tripped and fell then and rolled down the sand hill. suddenly the pharoh was above me. he asked, in his ancient tongue, what i was doing there. and i managed to stammer out that i was looking for you. he laughed and said "All your fears, all your fears and all your memories come to real" and then i awoke
in a parking lot. with a taco truck to the side, boarded up for the night but very much present. and the normal constellations in the sky. i don't know where i had been. i dont know how long i was gone. my radio will not work. i have to use cassettes. i do not know what day it is. its sunday i think. i know i am getting closer to you. so close i can hear your voice on the cassettes. inbetween the songs. you know, during the bits of silence.
i will see you soon.

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