Taigee! Hiroshima-ese for debilitating exhaustion.
Highschool students, mostly chics
passed out and strewn like wounded band of knee-socked Samurai
I wish I could ask them more about it,
I'm tired too. Long evening in conversation with angry Polish backpacker and young female Doctor. We had a drink at Molly Malone's Pub. He didn't like other people at the hostel on account they stayed in for the night. Some calculus he makes where they aren't “carpe diem” enough for his tastes. Takes me a little while before I realize my battery is being drained in this foray, but I escape relatively uninjured.
Slept 5 ½ hours at Popeye Media Cafe. I call it Poop Eye in my thoughts.
Windowless, concrete container room, prolific Manga library in print and digital media,
game and video stations, private booths for singles or groups.
Wireless and direct network connections, dual widescreen monitors and fully reclining faux-leather game chair with poly-fur blanket. I wonder about post-masturbatory cleaning policies with minimal visualization. Dull electronic hum and whir of 200 PC Tower-power supply heat fans, overhead air circulation, heating and cooling supplies ambient vibration. No air supply to outside that I can see. Counting on nature of gases to distribute themselves evenly for oxygen resupply. Complimentary shower. Hot water, instant ramen, tea and slushie drinks for sale at the desk.
Slept some, woke up to counter clerk shaking me as my alarm was blaring APHEX electronic dance music, from some album where the titles are just serial numbers. New software, not intuitive to half-sleeping, bleary eyed people, couldn't turn it off for at least a few long minutes. I was deep in REM, always leaves me with sense of discontinuity to be interrupted.
Going to meet Miss Guerilla very soon.
I love her
I never bet on her punctuality,
I will be punctual nonetheless.
Out to the country by van.
Macrobiotic foods, miso, local farm greens tasting.
Lunch, exceptional quality and care in the food and event. I like these people.
Feelings of welcome, openness and interest.
Understanding more of the language, enough that I'm encouraged,
Motivated to develop my strategy for learning. I want to be in this conversation.
I imagine a child must feel like I do now, but without the commentary.
Gratitude,
J.W. Starr
President of the Society For People Who Don't Give A Shit About Convention
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