DAY 16

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.