[i]
☼ ○ ▬
An apocalyptic event has taken place that’s caused a
psychological transformation of the beneficial kind. Most of the human race has
been wiped out but it was purposeful, more like a weeding out. Only the best
minds and the strong hearts survive. We branch out in clans creating plans of
affectation to start a new way of life on earth.
▬ ○ ☼
Waking up around 11:30 a.m.
White Peaches. Plums. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
I text Kristin similar to how she texted me yesterday.
Me: “you ok?”
No response.
Coconut Water.
Delivering into a neighborhood off London Bridge. Compared
to yesterday’s stormy rainy day, today feels more like a sunny scene from
Mister Roger’s Neighborhood. The 1920’s station tinkering out a ripe sunny
piano ragtime tune. Oh, it’s a great day.
Tuna Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey
Green Tea.
I try Kristin again.
Me: “hey I really care about you and this fragile state of
affairs. I understand if you’re trying to not talk to me. I’m sorry I’m so
difficult and not simple.”
Her: “Don’t worry about it. I’m totally fine k?”
Me: “I don’t believe that’s completely true but okay. I
didn’t like the conclusion to our conversation yesterday.”
Her: “I’m fine. I promise.”
Me: “I’m just really angry right now...at myself. but ill
leave you alone.”
Her: “It’s just not meant to be. The universe told me so.”
The day continues slowly...the deliveries come and go.
Blueberries.
Finally off work.
Tofu with Broccoli, Snow Peas, Onions, and Rice in Garlic
Sauce. Somersault Ale.
Watching Holy Rollers: The True Story of Card Counting
Christians (2011).
Fortune cookie says, “It can’t rain all the time.”
Apple Fritter Bread.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
[i] Untitled #8.
Kent Rogowski.
No comments:
Post a Comment