Thursday July 27 2017

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I’ve entered a block-like apartment (one room only). It feels like I’m in a foreign country, maybe Japan or India, and its centuries in the past. I open up a wooden chest where a geisha has been waiting to come out. The girl lies on her stomach face out on a table in front of an Indian shrine with no expression. It doesn’t make sense how she could’ve survived being inside that chest without oxygen. She acts as if she’s been trained to do this thing. I feel bad for her and want help her heal from the pain of being a prisoner here. I notice a bruise on her left cheek. 

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Waking up at 10:30 a.m.


Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Strawberries, Maple Syrup, and Kefir. Guayusa Tea.


Teaching a few afternoon lessons.


Ana and I take care of some errands – picking up some calming meds for Elvis at the vet – getting groceries at Trader Joe’s.


Nectarine. Scrambled Eggs. Toast with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese. Potatoes. Green Tea.

Watching Lion (2016).


Teaching lessons at Music Makers.


At Your Pie with Ana and mom enjoying a couple personal Pizzas together. Using a coupon to get one pizza free.


At the studio taking things down off the walls and preparing the foyer and waiting area for the big weekend of painting.


Ice Cream.


Ladada rehearsal.


Back home. Ana is making homemade bread in the oven.

“Smells like hamburger buns in here,” I say.


After watching Elvis go cat crazy over his new kicker toy Ana and I go to bed.

“I’m done,” I exclaim. “That’s all I can give the world.”


Sleep 3 a.m.


[i] Geisha on the Behance Network. Michael Paul Young.

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