-There’s an Irish bare fist fight (Zoe Strauss taking photos, what?) taking place.
-An Ellsworth Kelly piece of wood is stretched out and water is falling on it (though people keep looking the other way cause Cillian Murphy. “Have you looked at his fuckin’ eyes, Stanley?”
-An African-American man is screaming because his entire family can’t understand why he doesn’t believe in God. “Really mom, really?”
-Some movie of Jung and Freud is playing in the background.
-A girl named Margaux Malyshev is selling gifts she received over the past few years from her rents.
-A band called Baraka Som Sitema is playing and some jobless Cornell grads from the Whistler are talking about the merits of Bocce Ball vs Bags (An internal vs external active life is getting squashed/repressed/sublimated).
-An Art Institute kids just whispered in my ear “Michelle Williams kills it in Marilyn.”
-Strewn across the floor are various ipads, kindles, ipods, iphones smashed on the wood floor, an ironic gnome is facing the wall. “I love how the gnome can’t watch.”
There’s a lot of babies in women’s stomachs today.
In the absence of a therapist
