Acacia Marie Fusco.
“I have lots of ghostly dreams, especially this time of year,” Fusco confides. “One recurring dream [is that] I’m in a glass house and it’s very cold. I’m wearing only a small white gown and I’m all alone, no furniture or lights. Inside the house, the only light is a blueish gray hue, some rooms a light orange haze. The forest outside is only tall barren trees, spiny and shooting upwards to a white sky. No branches and black. The forest floor is covered with moss and pine needles. I’m utterly alone. I cannot leave the house because the forest is full of ghosts which are really just white clouds that hover, floating listlessly through the woods, terrifying. When I try to run from the house my feet are stuck with the needles on the forest floor and my breath comes out thick and smoke-like. I breathe heavily and the farther from the house I go the thicker my breath gets. Eventually it thickens and turns into a taffy-esqe glue. It traps me and I fall to the floor, stuck. When I crawl back towards the house it again becomes the breathy smoke and evaporates. This is it. Had it since I was about 10. I’m still having it, always more often in fall. It makes me very happy to have the dream, though it is so lonely. It’s like a sad friend who you never want to leave alone.
I ask Acacia if she relates to modern society or would prefer to live in another time. “I can’t choose a different time period. My imagination is flipping around like a madwoman,” she says, pondering. “Um, Victorian Age? No, too sexist. The ’70s? Yeah, but I’d want to be about 20 in 1972. Possibly before civilization was established? Like a hairy Neanderthal woman eating bugs off of my mate and swinging around the trees? Jesus, the possibilities. I have no specific reason to enjoy this time period. In fact, I don’t! I love life, I love how I do whatever I want and have incredible friends and family and life is great! But we’re sort of an in-between generation. It’s an electronic age that seems somewhat sick. I don’t want to be too bleak but I identify with few things that this generation stands for,” Fusco pauses. “At least rock and roll lives on! It will never die!”
