"The label was red, the text white
Feb. 4th, 2020 01:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I dreamed of reading a story printed on the label of a bottle of beer; it ended apocalyptically, with the ghosts of slaughtered whales and other, increasingly less identifiable leviathans passing in endless procession down the road to the sea. The label was red, the text white. I remember just the last half of the last line: "and watched the road burning, which was America."
I can't stop thinking about this. It makes me
(1) want to invent beer names (always a fun thing to do)
(2) create beer labels (potentially a fun thing to do?)
(3) write a poem ending in that line .... so many poems could end in that line these days
My brain isn't reaching to a poem, but I made a beer label. Behold:

Very weirdly coincidentally, the beer we had this evening matched the color scheme she described:

(Sorry for the unedited snapshot--complete with stove time stamp, LOL)