Talking around a table, eating the new traditional pie of peaches, perhaps. There’s a strawberry blonde woman who has an invisible twin. I can’t see the twin at first but then I meet her at different points in her life, when she studied in rural Australia, and I can touch her, then imagine strongly enough that I see her.
Driving a virtual car into Manhattan…
Sitting in 7th grade language arts class in chair circle, girls take turns speaking and lean into me very flirtatiously. They flip their lush young hair and smile. I’m young too and so it’s kind of confusing and I don’t flirt back. I feel good because I’m attractive though.
A boy and a girl break off from the group and I have a conversation with them. They are mostly interested in each other, and eventually the girl’s clothes magically copy the guys. Thereafter she becomes invisible half the time, and I must concentrate to see her. She reminds me of Mel.
I’m traveling Europe with a friend. I’m drinking good beer from a very thin silver can. It’s from Crate and Barrel and its embossed. I attend an outdoor concert from one of the Balkan bands I used to listen to in the early 2000s. The crowd, mostly male, does a wave of the song “Kassaka”. The concert is over and we leave, paying for some poles but not the beer. We carry our bags of clothes on rafts through a canal. I see maintenance workers on an encased rock. A pair of exhausted teenagers swims up and wants to use one of our boats to rest on.
The city turns out to be Paris. I visit what’s supposed to be CCSF Paris, with a big red heart, but it’s just a site under some freeway overpasses on the outskirts. People are looking at faded but stunningly large graffiti and there’s light pouring in from above. I think I’ve lost two rings in the canal swim, but then I find them on the ground, bent and crushed. I also pick up.a watch band.
I’m nursing Chris’ dick back to health. I’m reassured, as I empty both mine and his, that they’re about the same size. His seems whiter and cleaner though. I think about testing whether it’s more sensitive, but decide masturbating with it would be uncouth.
I saw Steen across the street from my house getting into a convertible to drive away. I stopped getting in my car and came up to say hi. I told him I lived across the street, he asked “oh, in Pete’s old place?”
Talking with Katie Petro lying on my lap about people we know. There’s one we both know, but don’t know how. We guess we know them through Julian. I get a text from a girl name Jane and tell her (or maybe Lynae) about it. It’s a right of passage almost since I’ve never had a girl I dated message me that I forgot about. Katie gets off me and I have the thought that I could go anywhere and be anything, and I’m here. Im looking at a ceiling that moment.
I’m driving around with Lynae and trying to send her an image of what I think my face looks like at that moment. She tries the same. They are distorted, a kind of Picasso effect.
I find a video of Italians doing Russian in thick accents and post it to Tumblr. By the time I’m posting it it’s become NSFW Italian grandma makeouts.
Southeast corner of San Francisco, but mirrored SF. This corner faces the ocean. I’ve never been here and it’s called the Suicide Coast as that’s where they used to send you for rehab if you tried it. In the distance I can see an art museum that’s expanding, the foreground has an abandoned lumber mill and an old church. I’m with Lynae, and we flash-uncover a playground overgrown with vines. There’s an overhanging wooden structure where we talk. Lynae is coming off from drugs and she says she’s going to have a cigarette. I ask her how long her Implanon has been in; since February 2014, she says. There’s two kids I see out a window in the back; I convince one to fall over and play dead. Nearby, there is a lake, which may be a lagoon, and just over the Daly City border they’ve built a golf course. There is an interesting island that looks geologically painted out in the lagoon.
I’m not me… I’m ditching school as someone else, when I get a vision meant for Aislinn. It’s a blue LED candle floating slowly away while the rest of the world fades. I buy Ais lunch but end up eating it myself and putting it in a trash an as me and someone ride away on a carriage.
I’m in my room in the front of the house in Cathedral City. I lean out the window and knock on the front door as a joke, to get one of my parents to answer it when no one is around.
I’m in music class and I’m told there’s a percussion instrument I’ve never played, something like a bell set called a Xenia.