three days in the void

Movies and wild eucalyptus. sitting in a corner talking about nothing while a camera is poised and ready for genius. home-made tea and honey.

i walked across the street in search of a chair, met a man named Darren who laughed at my name. he gave me a pink chair that spun and let me break glass with a hammer. later that day i fought about consideration with someone who knew what it meant, but didn't understand how to practice it.

i drink a lot of tea and eat a lot of leaves that i find when i walk. my voice changed from the leaves, it's rougher now, makes me sound more genuine.

three hours on a half-hour bus ride. i got lost. "getting lost is just a slow-motion adventure."

flesh on flesh, eggs and toast. coffee in my yogurt and tea in my hair.

"you're much prettier than her. but don't ever tell her that"

so many tears. more tears than one could count. a mild concussion and exhaustion. dizzy for days.


i spent four hours doing research. i now understand space and time, dali, einstein, newton, and breton. i'm saving escher and pythagoras for tomorrow.