directions.
Follow the exquisitely tiny hallway to the back and wade through the heaping garbage and feces covering the floor. At the end turn to your right, that is the door to go through. Open it up and you’ll see the cramped box of chain link fencing holding you in and to your left, there is the grassy mound. It’s only about four feet tall but it seems taller and muddier when you climb it. You can already see the edge of the mattress and yes, it is a California King. Get on top of it and you will see the handyman that’s just finishing up nailing the last board to the wooden frame of the merry-go-round horse protruding from the center of the cushions; that is the horse that controls this machine. You can ask the handyman if he’s coming with you but it’ll be easy to tell by his torn pants and mussed hair that he is going nowhere. You will crawl across the inches of bedding and decide not to touch the wooden horse, because of its sad eyes and faraway look. Instead you’ll notice Mount Hood in the distance, looking better than ever. You can go ahead and lie on your back and feel the soft down caress your body; the handyman is going to do the same. Not caress you, but lie down. He lays beside you for a few minutes, not touching but staring at the sky with you and then says he has to go and you say, “This feels like the ocean,” and he leaves with no reply. You know this horse and its mattress is going to take you places as the whole contraption starts to rise and gently shake your bones. You are going to a place called Blessa.