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My new roommate. Her name is Marie (for the time being, it could change). I couldn’t wait for the bus because I was feeling rather impatient and instead carried her for about two miles. I thought that the feeling in my arms would come back after an hour or two. No. Still even have some of the slight twitch going on..

Fox fur in a convenience store. Art nights and interesting characters.

The final hurdle.. I still don’t know what to put in the advertising mural above the entrance to the hotel. And I need to come across some pretty fabric/paper for the final rugs. Plus, of course, all the minute ink details still left to do…

Lunch. Accompanied by the soothing Erik Satie. /The bottoms of my absinthe tumblers are becoming coated in crystallized sugar./

My 4th/5th home. I don’t even know the number these days. Such a fun community. By the end of the day I had moved from sitting at the bar to a booth that became covered in tea pots, cups, and art. It seemed that almost all day I had a revolving door of different characters to come and sit with me. Changing and adding new people. I’m on the final hurdle of the alleyway picture. Perhaps to the point of naming it something. I love how these people can make me feel like more than just a name written down to a date and time, but instead by just hanging out at the café I get invited to go to spur of the moment ideas. Art project gathering where we just work on our different art projects. Parties for people I have yet to meet. For a trade of some art I might be getting a translucent tea cup in a Egyptian art nouveau style with gold leaf on the inside to show through made by one of the Butterfly staff. It’s odd to feel welcomed instead of neglected and rejected..

Venice is Sinking Masquerade Ball; Seattle. Soundtrack for performance: Paper Planes by M.I.A.

Skins s4e4 I miss stupid declarations of love.