The Barn is alive; she just sleeps all day.
Her hissing heater snores in the corner. She’s peacefully dreaming of what will be: crowds of friends laughing and listening, funny people, human stories, true connection. The Barn is sleeping and dreaming her dreams into reality.
Her heart beats through the wall, a steady musical lub dub of rock and blues, flavor and smoke, seeping through the vents. The buzzing and screeching of San Pablo Avenue are her lullabye, a sweet refrain. She dozes heavily, belly full and round. She’s hibernating. She’s resting. Inside, her vital organs whiz and whir, clicking and clacking, churning caffeine into comedy, soundtracks and stories.
Scattered across town and far flung into future time zones, pieces of the Barn are at play. Still digesting new flavors and planning a return.
The Barn is sleeping. She needs some rest. More good times ahead. When darkness comes, she wakes and readies herself. Her pretty lights, her humble stage, her warm walls. She’s dreaming that time into being right now, snoozing and snoring in the sweet and smoky solstice sunshine.
Sarah Elovich is a writer and performer based in Oakland, CA.