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Recent Memory #1

I went to a diner in Moscow, by diner I mean ‘diner’ I mean ‘a russian interpretation of an american diner’.

The booze is free, courtesy US Dept of State, so I get a tiny sandwich and then I spend the rest of the money on ‘giant’ frozen margaritas with a few friends but they run out of the giant glasses and I have to wait or just get them in tiny glasses. We waited and drank our giant margaritas but they’re skimpy on the booze so we don’t feel anything.

Then we go back and think about going to the hotel banya but it was closed for another hour or so and we are going to stay up and wait but I decide to fall asleep.

Statement of Purpose - Recent Memory Series

A new project I’ve decided to undertake, focusing on the randomness of memory through experience and association. Everything is true (or as true as I can remember it) and focuses on memories as they appear and the impressions they leave. As soon as the impression appears, I immediately begin to record the sequence of thoughts and events that occur, and continue to write until the thought is finished. Then I go back, edit for consistency, and post. I’m interested to see where this project goes.

That Man and the Unlocked Stall Door.

I walked into the bathroom and tested to make sure that the stall door was unlocked before entering. I opened the door and a man sat, looked up at me, incredulous, said ‘thanks’.

I Wonder What Happened To That Woman And Her Penis Coat

On the bus, a woman sat in front of me and reclined her seat but it was broken and went all the way back into my lap but she didn’t care and she just lay there. She was ugly, when someone is ugly and ignorant I hate them. 

She took her coat and put it under her head as a pillow, but the sleeves draped over the sides of the headrest into my lap and onto my legs. I couldn’t say anything, but I took out my green marker and found the collar of her coat and drew a small green penis on the right side of her collar, in a place she probably wouldn’t see but everyone else would. She got off the bus before us, put on her coat, left.

I often wonder if the penis is still there, just under her chin. I wonder if people stare at her and I wonder if she notices. I wonder if she has discovered the penis, if she contemplates its origin. Maybe she never noticed, maybe the penis washed off in the rain. Don’t really feel guilty, though. It was a pretty good penis drawing.

& I am
feeling a lil weird
cause
you tell me to go away

but normally

I’m supposed to be
not so far.

or something.