Monday June 12 2017



In the kitchen of 1435. There’s a fishbowl with two goldfish swimming around inside. Next to it is a glass baking dish with one goldfish swimming inside. Earlier I poured water in to keep the fish alive. For some reason there’s a bird keeping his head under water. It’s understood he’s doing this to give the fish company and to be his friend. But in doing so he almost drowns. I pull the bird out. He seems lifeless but not dead yet. All of a sudden it’s not a bird anymore, it’s a fish! I scoop him up in my hand – I can feel the slimy texture of his skin. In my mind I need to bring him back to the water. I run out the house and head towards the ocean. It’s taking too long and the fish can’t survive for long. Near the harbor I hurry up the stairs of what appears to be an abandoned pier house. Two students of mine, Maddie, Maggie, and a bunch of their friends are running around playing games. Maggie follows me out of curiosity. I’m still not close enough to the water. I’m about 50 feet high from the water’s edge. I decide it’d be best to just throw the fish into the water from up high. He lands hard on a cement ledge just inches from the water. We hear a splat sound.

“Ahh! No!” I shout.

I failed. I start crying over the incident. So does Maggie. I’m kind of forcing myself to cry more but I realize it’s only a fish. Even so it still disturbs me.


Waking up at 10:30 a.m.

Honey Crunch n Oats with Banana, Strawberries, and Almond Milk. Black Tea.

At the Rec for basketball.

Toasted PB&J. Potato Chips. Watermelon. Grapes.

Teaching lessons at Music Makers.

Back home. Apple Sage Vegetarian Hot Dogs with Cole Slaw.

Watching game 5 of the NBA Finals with the Cavaliers vs the Warriors.

Ice Cream.

Playing with Ana and Elvis.

Sleep 3:30 a.m.

[i] Image by Toyen. 1968.

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