[i]☼ ○ ▬
There’s much anticipation for a DOOM tournament
planned for tonight in this giant coliseum. About 40 to 50 players will engage
in a death match battle. I can’t tell if it will be real life action or if it’s
just some kind of virtual reality. I arrive on site early. It’s dark and
dismal. I take the elevator and it shoots me up to the umpteenth floor. I look
out upon the larger than life terrain. I mean this place is huge, a colossal
sized arena. It’s possible I may have been here before in another dream. I
shoot back down the elevator, which takes about two seconds to land at the
bottom. Aaron Long, somebody I haven’t seen in a while, meets me in the side
building. Both of us were asked to do a musical performance in honor of the
event, which I thought was strange. Either way, we load in our equipment and
prepare for the big time.
▬ ○ ☼
Waking up around 2 p.m.
Strawberry Pastries. Orange Juice.
Researching.
Skype chatting with Aysena and Phil Gray.
Grilled Cheese with Tomato and Hummus. Salt n Vinegar Chips.
Honey Green Tea.
Watching Equilibrium (2002).
Learning Russian and exercising.
The big group is embarking on a trip to Elizabeth City to
kick it at a reputable strip club called Headlights and then spend the night in
one hotel room. Even after all the noble attempts from Anthony and Darren and
whomever to persuade me to join, I decline. I have work in the morning and I
just want to stay home. They leave.
Going for a night jog around the neighborhood.
Reading.
Fish Nuggets with Onions, Green Peppers, and Quinoa.
Finishing Equilibrium (2002).
Chocolate Hazelnut Cookies and Milk.
Working out another idea for a collage.
Enjoying the peace and silence around the house. It’s almost
frightening but therapeutic nonetheless.
Sleep 4 a.m.
[i] Kilian Eng.
1 comment:
keep them coming I don't think Im brave enough to document my life.
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