Dreamt I got in a car with some sketchy strangers, but played along and found myself at a political gala. Ran into friends who were working and making the rounds; one of them said I could help by kicking off a song in 40 or so minutes, Bon Iver to drown the chatter, and I said yes. 

This was my last song I would do for them and this space; I was dying but did not tell them; I wanted to go out, business as usual, and had 40 minutes to myself to wander the karaoke bar booths and rooms while they worked. 

I would've said goodbye if I saw anyone I knew, but I didn't see anyone. Just more strangers, and I wasn't in a space to start something new. I never say it like a goodbye, but sometimes it is; just seems like a see you soon because they think I'm a given, someone they take for granted as fabric to a space.