"the grand tragedy of a seven-year-old brother" / mountain tan commercials

Found today, in a notebook:

-"for three days, I had a son"

-"poor husband and wife living with husband's parents (rich)"

-"just had baby (son) who looks like Q-bert (?)"

-"son dies (weak), wife dies (complications)"

-"like the grand tragedy of a seven-year-old brother"

From what I can gather, I wrote this after I had a dream about having a Q-bert son and him dying three days after he was born. I seem to remember slow-motion sequences of googly eyes looking up at me set to Sufjan Stevens' "Flint (For The Unemployed and Underpaid)". Just after my son died, my wife died of "complications" (perhaps some video game-related post-partum depression), and I was left to wander around what, apparently, was my parents' mansion. The whole thing struck me as incredibly fucking sad and the feeling stayed with me the whole day. I mean, come on. Look at him.

Now that I take a good look back, I'm not exactly sure what my subconscious mind was trying to tell me. Either "cherish your entire family, all the time, forever" or "cherish Sufjan Stevens, all the time, forever". Both seem like legitimate courses of action.

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