Thursday Kelsey came from Ohio. The next day she got lost in a book on the subway and ended up going all the way to Queens, and at midnight the fire alarm went off and I called 911 for the first time in my life. Right now she’s on a plane for her first ever international trip: to China.
At the lab, Jalmer told me about his Thursday night experience speed dating, and debated with Reza (Iran) about the best way to make a screen flicker in matlab (which is the bit I’m supposed to be programming, and now know four ways of doing).
While still at Bard, I had a dream in which there were women that were so poor, they were falling apart. Their mouths had holes where teeth should be and their ashen skin wrinkled even though they were still young. Blue eye shadow caked on their eyelids, cigarette in long-nailed hand. They sat in front of screens prostituting through the internet, and when they scratched their legs, their hamstring muscles would tear off in strings.
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