Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

I’m in Jamaica with some sort of guided tourist group. There’s an activity where all is tourists make tie dyes. It’s fun. We are all given shirts and there are buckets of dye all about. I connect with a local gal who points me to a cache of superior shirts. I embark on making a dye that looks like the JA flag, a yellow x on a green and black background, trying to do the geometry of folds so it comes out right. The locals are amused and impressed. It endears me to them even though it doesn’t come out very well.

I wake still pondering what the right folding pattern should have been.