Rain on Sunday or About The Work
A trip to Sweden, a finished novel, and some wildly expensive oysters...
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Drinking a Beer
I just listened to a Miles Davis album I'd never heard of. Ascenseur pour L'echafaud. Didn't know he was French. Soundtrack. Looked it up. Title means Elevator for the Scaffolding.
Three Beers
Alone at a beer joint in Budapest, I hatch a plan to drift through three bars, meeting lovers and ghosts along the way. Their message is clear: fuck it all, stop hiding, be seen.
Two Dreams
A tumble through ants, poison flowers, and the dark stone steps of Budapest. Was it memory, dream, or just Ludwidge’s tea pulling me down into shadows?
It Started in Indio
Day 1 had gone tits up, that's for sure.