DAY 16:
TEMPERATURE: 50
WEATHER: sunny
NUMBER of OTHER PEOPLE: 3
STEPS WALKED INSIDE THE BUILDING: 1200
TOTAL TIME SPENT INSIDE INSTALLATION: 45 minutes
Last Day
Not Sad
Just hungry
And thirsty for coffee
Typos everywhere.
Cloudy today more so than usual.
I had a dream about Hamlet
My friends, L and M, starred. M, who in real life is a professional actor, wore Elivis Costello glasses over his bald head and played Hamlet. L, his wife, a social worker, wore a wrap dress and played all the other charactesr. I texted her about it. She liked imagining Polonius in a wrap dress.
You were there too, in teh audience, avoiding me.
I woke up before sunrise told myself it was because I put salt around my bed to keep you out of my life and dreams. It worked.
You were not, FYI, playing Hamlet. And neither was I. I played a dead body onstage in the last scene and looked out of you. My therapist called it “the ultimate rejection at the cost of a dead body.”
When I stepped out of bed my feet hit the perimeter of salt. I slipped on my hotel slippers and tracked that shit everywhere.
It is a kind of prison in here
Sitting on the dark side
i try to remember what it’s like to like things unequivocally.
A kind of peace settles here yes, if you like your peace peppered with death.
I can’t believe I still have to convince people that form and content aren’t separate.