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I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. A crime lord and his gang associated me with a drug deal scam and almost immediately they’ve confiscated my purple station wagon and held it for ransom in a big warehouse garage. It’s a stressful situation as I go on a hunt to figure out what they did with my car. Exploring the areas surrounding this abandoned building. I’m getting frustrated. I arrive on the scene and find my car stripped for parts. All they have to do is build it back together apparently after I sign some papers.
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Waking up at 11:35 a.m. It’s unusually dark in my room – not much sunlight is shining through. It’s raining outside.
Cherry Pomegranate Toaster Pastries. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
On and off everyday I interact with Aysena through messages on VK or Facebook. It’s extremely convenient to be able to talk with somebody in another country throughout the day. Our words are full of cute romantic affections and shared found images.
“In 1988, after several years of tense relations, Abramović and Ulay decided to make a spiritual journey which would end their relationship. Each of them walked the Great Wall of China, starting from the two opposite ends and meeting in the middle. As Abramović described it: ‘That walk became a complete personal drama. Ulay started from the Gobi Desert and I from the Yellow Sea. After each of us walked 2500 km, we met in the middle and said good-bye.’”
Peanut Butter Sandwich. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Oolong Tea.
It’s busy as hell today – non-stop.
Belgian Milk Chocolate.
While driving around I continue to learn Russian via mp3s.
It’s one of those days I thought would never come to a close...but it does. I’m home now. Enjoying Red Beans with Broccoli, Snow Peas, and Rice along with a Stockyard Oatmeal Stout. And watching a Vice documentary on a man living in almost complete isolation in Chile.
Fortune cookie says, “Real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance.”
Researching.
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Sleep 4 a.m.
[i] Marina Abramović. Photo by Marco Anelli.
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