someone touched my shoulder at sunset as if they were a friend, and when i turned around to see who they were i did not know them. i said, "oh..k", and they said absolutely nothing but stood there and followed for approximately one block before they decided to turn around. the surreality added to a completely uncertain shift in perspective. like paranoia in being followed. then some awesome dudes harassed mike and i on a bench waiting for a restaurant to open. then screamy people were screamy and screamier. i haven't felt so paranoid en mi ambiente desde argentina. i am not digging you, iowa city.

humans are the oddest of all. more odd than a sardine in a can or whitewash. brains may be more vapid than circuit city during its final days in business. there is a photo of mao on the wall that may be speaking to me. it is surprisingly comfortable. he doesn't say much.
i may very well be slipping through a mental crack when i go to sleep. each time i wake up remembering quite everything. the quite is very important, quite everything. they are being stored as memories, and it is contributing to this new grasp of reality that may just be a tuft of hair leading me but not to rapunzel. new york is inconceivable at this point. april is inconceivable. but mostly it is mao as incomprehensible as ever.