Berlin’s burning

by James Glazebrook

Last night, in a dream within a dream, Berlin burned to the ground. Somehow I witnessed this horrific event first-hand and survived, but thankfully don’t remember the details because – still in my dream – I woke up.

I then turned on the TV to discover that New York City had actually met with the same fate. My brother was there, acting as a kind of arson anthropologist, examining the strangely pristine skeletons left behind – like Gormley statues stripped down to their bare bones.

Then I woke up.

Zoë dreamed of apocalypse and mass murder.

Read into all this what you will.