dishwasher safe

and UV resistant

stay back and stare

Lasers bouncing off the walls lent light to the otherwise dark studio. On one side away from the entire spectacle was a long buffet table full of oriental dishes. I was the lone spectator of the laser show, the lone guest to the feast. Or was I supposed to be the hostess for the evening?

Images appeared on a wall from a projector, each frame of scenes cut into little pieces like jigsaw puzzles, pictures that did not matter - such as one of a shoe that I don't remember owning, or having owned. This is the second time that I've had a dream involving the machine. If I bought one, would the dreams stop?


(credit to Photodisc for the original shoe photo which I've built upon)

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