My latest project seems to be dealing with prophecies and dreams; I'm writing in the voice of the Pythia (the priestess presiding over the Oracle of Apollo at Delphi). I'm not really sure how it happened, but the phrase "Pythia says..." came to me, and then other phrases began accreting onto it. Now there's a series of little stream of consciousness paragraphs. Here's the latest:

Pythia says wood smoke dark blue sky the walls have blackened in a strategy for asset allocation it tastes like candy canyon cannons passing strange or what could be left the bends it starts far away and when we were young a stone dropped and each concentric ring feels farther than the last.