Wednesday February 27 2013

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Exploring an old abandoned building with a friend, similar to Rachel and Wyatt’s apartment complex. It feels like we’re embedded in a live-action story narrated by an unknown voice, a story with a somewhat tragic ending but the ending is yet to come. Alone. We’re left alone. Some lights are working but most of the hallways are darkened with only a faint glow from the streetlights coming in through the windows. I come across this cute little wiener dog. I forget his name but I’m compelled to pet him. Later I notice his face is contorted revealing his jaw line. It’s understood a car hit him. Two shady black guys come marching out of the elevator. I suspect they had something to do with it. I question them but they’re being evasive.

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Waking up at 10 a.m. A sharp sunlight shines down on my sleeping spot through the shade-less windows.


I drive into the Georgetown part of DC and turn in my Russian visa application. The process of visiting another country is so complicated. I had no choice but to deliver this in person, as this is the requirement of the Russian Consulate.


Afterwards, I stop into a small coffee shop and order an Everything Bagel with Cream Cheese and a Coffee. Then browse overly priced antique books inside a tiny used bookshop.  


Then, on the road driving back to Virginia Beach.

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Lengthy phone conversation with Leslie. I haven’t really talked to her since the Blacksburg trip last week. Catching up on recent events and ideas. She mentions how I’m one of the few with whom she trusts and is comfortable enough to confide in. I notice a slightly new spark of interest in our friendship from her end. I like it and I’m grateful to be a part of her life in such a meaningful way.


Arriving in Virginia Beach at 5 p.m.


Lentil Sandwich with Mayonnaise, Mustard, and Tomato. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Green Tea. Blueberries.


Power nap.


Practicing songs at the storage unit.


Garlic Barbecue Salmon with Mushrooms, Peppers, Onions, and Couscous.

Watching Hoodlum (1997).


Sleep 4 a.m.


[i] Rachel is a blonde. Image by me.

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