Pour out my soul onto the canvas of life

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Passing through customs. Getting in trouble with pass port, having to sneak through.

In the high school. America. So wealthy. Makes me feel sick.

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I'm with Connor James and Maria. We are walking to the train station in Brighton.

As soon as I arrive there is a train leaving to Sheffield, and even stopping right in Meersbrook so I jump on it, leaving them behind at the platform. They were sad that I didn't get time to speak to them.

I have to leave some tins of green paint behind at the station also.

The train turns into a new space. It becomes a hall. I'm sat next to this lady with a child. The child has these big eyes and says to me, "you are trying to control me with your eyes!". I say, "why do you think I would do that?"

The mother is embarrassed that her child is giving me attention but I am not bothered. I keep my attention on the little boy. His eyes start to swell up, first his right eye expands. The mother tries to hide this by rubbing the eyes. It looks painful what the mother is doing to the child's eyes. I tell her to just leave it. Now the other eye is expanding. Soon they will be the size of footballs.

Something directs my attention across the room. A lady has walked in holding the tins of paint that I left behind. It's Jenny potter. She now gives a speech.

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"Ladies and gentlemen. I am giving these precious paints away. These are the paints which I bought ten years ago, and are the very same paints with which I used to pour out my soul onto the canvas of life. I painted many lovers, just like you two over there and I painted many people kissing. And what these paints have taught me is that there is not enough love in this life. So, I wish to share with you some of this love, here.." and she opens one of the nearly empty paint tins and out of it emerges loads of dark green paint and she splodges it over a couple sat it the corner like a blessing. They miraculously turn into a massive living fresco, as do another old couple she had splodged paint on.

I start to cry. Tears are streaming from my eyes. The little boy notices and he says, "are you crying?" His eyes have returned to normal size now.

I say, "yes, hey I'm going over to say hi. It's an old friend"

I wander over and Jenny has disappeared amidst the crowd. There's a girl playing with coloured string. She is creating games which involve ducking under or jumping over the strings. They are lined up along the floor. I enjoy playing this game for a while, but then Jenny gerrans grabs my attention. I wander over to her, up these steps, constantly dodging strings that inhibit my path.