Feb
27th
Fri
27th
Day Five
A trip to a mall, up an escalator. First, a tour of the train exhibit. A ride down canals on a precariously floating strip of metal, piloted by a tall man with a giant rod. All we see are the outsides of buildings. “That is where they build the trains. There the trains go to rest for the night. Train maintenance!”
Later, I throw a marijuana-laced, broccoli taco at my dream-love from an impressive distance. I hit him in the face! I lose my coat. Many dead ends in pursuit of it. Even once inside a taxi. Turn around! Oh, there it is! Under piles and piles of other coats made out of seals.
