Tuesday October 8 2013

Geometric Series. Gaétan Weltzer.[i]

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Attending a youth camp convention reunion in Roanoke, Virginia. As a teenager I've been here many times before in waking life. All the buildings and people look familiar. I just want to explore. But I can't. I have to take part in the congregation. They're almost done setting up the sound system and organizing the event. All of a sudden the ground starts to shake violently. An earthquake? Yes, an earthquake. Fixtures on the ceiling of the tabernacle threaten to fall. I take cover inside my car and invite the friends around me to do the same. Something about this whole scene seems a little otherworldly, something alien. Just as I'm starting to have this realization I'm taken to another perspective. Now I'm in a spaceship standing with a crew on the patio of our ship. We're looking down at our destination on this desolate desert-like planet. I see an ominous black pyramid with dark purple hues. It's understood this is where the youth camp reunion is taking place. Our spaceship is in descent for landing.

We're in the middle of discussing something relevant to a story we heard and I shout out the name of the author of a book I remember, "Kat Koontz! That's his name."

The ship is getting very close to contact with the ground.

I question, "Shouldn’t we be strapped inside or something?"

A man reassures, "No. The magnetic field will keep us still."

We land calmly and immediately start driving towards the pyramid. A few regular looking automobiles follow us as if they were law enforcers or protectors of some kind. I don't even know what our intentions are. Are we meant to break up this convention? Or are we here to join and study it? We just keep making our way towards the shadowy purple pyramid...

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Waking up to a semi eerie sound coming through the vents. Somebody must have music playing in the room over. It matches the theme and mood of the dream I just woke up from.

Baked Cinnamon Brown Sugar Grapefruit. Peanut Butter Toast. Orange Juice.

Breaking Bad.

Research. Reading.


Japanese Style Fried Rice with Edamame Cakes and Honey Green Tea.

At the Rec Center for adult basketball. Two hours of hustling. I'm the only scrawny white kid on the court but that doesn't mean a thing. Making about 30% of the points. It's a good workout.


Anthony, Josh, and Lesia all hop into my car and we drive into Norfolk to clips of comedy on the radio and then jazz music just as we enter into the city. At Tortilla West out by the harbor. It's a little bit of a friend reunion, at least for me as I don't go out often. James Graves, Ken, Will, Jes, Skippy, Ana, and few others. Stuffing ourselves with an unlimited supply of Chips & Salsa, beers, and 75-cent Tacos. The conversations shift on various topics. What identifies a liar. The thin line between sarcasm and truth. Science and its accuracy in film. The future of space exploration and the colonization of other planets. The usefulness in asteroid mining. Ken recognizes the interesting lighting in the bathroom above the mirror and how strange one looks through it. Photo opportunity.

Portraitesque at T-West (Oct 8 2013)[ii]

On the drive home with Leisa, Anthony, and Josh. Nobody can stop talking about the phenomenon that is Kevin Moore.

Ana: "I admire your warm and open demeanor. You really look like you're shining when you speak. I saw it when I was watching and listening to the conversation between you and Lesia and even the conversations between you and Will. You have a light glow. I think it's your aura!"

Sleep around 4 a.m.

[i] Geometric Series. Gaétan Weltzer. 
[ii] Image by me.

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