had this conversation with ann while walking back to our dorm/bunk through a strange neighborhood of familiar housesa misty, low valley with small but dignified lots. Leaf rot, tree detritus all around the ground. Feeling of a distant sun. (me) I used to be better in the area of... imagination. (her) How do you mean? I was reading through a story from when I was, I dont know, twelve or thirteen. I used to be able to just sit there and think of things to happen. Nowadays, Im lucky if anything happens in my stories at all. I think TV is part of the problem. We got back to our room and I sat on the bed and picked up the remote. Every time I pushed the power button, the TV would go off and then instantly come back on. When I got up and turned it off at the TV itself, though, it stayed off.