Welcome, sole listener, to DREAMLAND 104.2 FM, a radio station desgined for one listener and one listener only. In this world, one of darkness and despair, apparently there used to be a glimmer of light, the brightest kind: love. This frequency has been maintained over the last few decades of disasters, and we can't figure out how to shut it off. So, if you ever find yourself in need of hope, love, or some tunes, stop by and see if anyone else is listening---if they're not, it's all yours.

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You are all the small things I can never touch. The memorizing of phone numbers to keep safe. Changing of eye color in light. Smells that are human and for humans. Opening right to the page you wanted in your book. Sweetness when lips pull away before touching again. Giggling in doorways. Killing time. Filling silences. A new favorite shirt. Needles and thread. The feeling of walking into an air-conditioned room. Freckles and melanin lines. The way flowers smell before they start to wilt. Blankets. The breath before you release a hug. Running as fast as you can for as long as you can.

You inspire all of the big things that fill my life. When the sky is a smattering of colors painters dream about. Love in other languages. Decay (considerate to the creature.) When someone knows you just right. Vulnerability of spirit, body, and mind altogether. Climbing up and out of yourself to make something better. Doing the scary thing because it’s the right thing. Leaving it all on the cutting room floor, plucking off your darlings, and knowing what you won’t compromise. Being honest.

You make me want to do new things. Wake up and go on a bird walk. Tell people how I am really doing. Direct a play for the first time. Use a cane. Care about myself. Love other people. Feel pretty. Feel handsome. Write the kinds of love letters I always wanted, but had no one to give them to.

Happy six months, here is to Greece and to rabbits and cats and apartments and schools and trains. We will always make it work.