walking through an apartment complex at night. stepdad is there. i find a place to sculpt little objects out of clay. i think i’m at a train station. it’s a cardboard box i’m sculpting in, inside another box. little heads with mouths agape i’m trying to keep from attaching to each other. a litter of kittens is in the box. i start to fire the clay as the box is a kiln, thinking all the animals have left it, but i hear them crying and try to take them all out and save them
