Dreamt I was reading at the Ear Inn and that the mic was broken, the lights turned off, the audience crowded around the bar, and only read for five minutes in panic. There is something about the premise of the east coast as an entity that freaks me out. Having not been in NY for 10+ years, I tend to feel like something about it is more intimidating than it probably is in reality. Though a particular form of agorophobia overcomes me there; being in streets surrounded by very tall buildings, I think triggers my vertigo in a strange way by making me feel as if I'm going to be flattened.