Digital painting based on a screen shot in the public domain

A Dream About Matthew

I see all of San Francisco from the summit of Mount Haleakala.

It is dawn and a dense fog settles as a crown around my head.

A jagged crack slaps my face.

Matthew turns to ask:

“What is the total of every
moment ever spent?”

An angel appears and stabs him in the back.

I say, “What a peculiar idealist!”

He dies and together we spread his ashes.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2017 All Rights Reserved

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