Monday April 9 2012


DREAM: There’s a gathering in the street of culture jammers, activists, and revolutionaries that want to see change. I’m a bystander. Off to the side is a tower display with at least eight levels of hamburgers, each with it’s own army of ants eating away at the ingredients.


Browsing through a department store at midday. Walking down a particular aisle I suddenly approach someone I did not expect to see. It’s Raven...

Me: “Whooooa! Hello.”

Her and I both have shocked looks on our faces.

She doesn’t make an attempt to ignore me and even returns a hello. No conversation strikes up though. I think she’s trying to stay reserved and silent.

Me: “Well, I guess this was going to happen eventually...See you later.”

I turn around and head towards the checkout line.


Waking up at 11:15 a.m.

Putting up some dishes in the kitchen. Darren walks in and comments on his new job...“I hate working at Applebee’s. It’s like China Wok, but the black people come to you.”

Grapes. Orange Juice.

All day shift at China Wok.

It’s slow—dragging lunch hour.

Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Five Guys French Fries with Ketchup. Honey Green Tea.

Margot stops by China Wok for a visit. She just got back from tanning and notices the paleness of my skin as if I just suddenly became white and hadn’t noticed this whole time we’ve known each other.

Her: “You’re so white! You’re transparent.”

Me: “Um. I’ve been like this forever.”


Me: “Why have you been so romantically dead lately? Are you about to start your period? Have you been stressed?”

Her: “It’s a mixture I guess.”

Me: “You need to take advantage of me. I might not always be around.”

Her: “What do you mean?”

Me: “Anything could happen. No one’s promised tomorrow.”


Walking over to Panera...

Me: “What’s it gonna take to get that fiery passion back? Do I need to take you to see Titanic in 3D?”

The day continues...slowly.

While delivering I feel the desire to smoke a Black n Mild and turn on music that makes me feel badass.

Finally off work. Instead of going straight home I visit Margot at Harpoon Larry’s via her request. It’s also slow there. I sit down with my dinner and a Bud Light...

Fried Egg with Broccoli, Snow Peas, and Rice.

Fortune cookie: “Any idea seriously entertained tends to bring about the realization of itself.”

Back home.

Chitchatting with roommates.

Relaxing alone.

Margot gave me her key so that I could spend the night with her. I head over there and wait for her to get off work.


She arrives home and joins me in bed. We sleep around 3 a.m.

[i] Made for Art fair at Le Carrousel du Louvre in Paris.

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