I dreamed I was wearing a white lab coat
in a room with concrete walls
and long rows of sliver and plexiglass
machinery. About 20 other women wearing
white labcoats were moving slowly around the room.

In the center of the room, there was a circular
glass bin, about 6 feet high.
It was filled with several thousand chips.
I walked over to the bin and looked in.
Inside, giant blades, like those in a blender,
were moving slowly, grinding the chips
into small, powdery pieces.





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Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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