28. writers residency day 3
oh boy my ass is officially glued to the chair. glue. milk. loosy goosy ducky wucky milky milky white goo. i want to feel some white goo. i want to let loose now. i want to hold someone and i want someone to hold me. and i want to rub white goo all over.
what a day. i took a trip down to milpitas, the south bay. i transferred twice to get there and it took 2 hours. and the cool thing is, it felt like a trip. baby driver-ing all the way down, really appreciating how that soundtrack came together to say something about a character. reading breakfast of champions and really appreciating how i notice new details 7 years after i first read it.
i helped my friend move in. i know how crazy and tiring moving is. i packed rooms all by myself so many times and every hand that helped i welcomed and appreciated because i know they're just trying to play a part in a global village. global village. something good, something bad. something positive, something negative. to create something. it takes more than one hand, is all i'm saying. now i'm thinking about how much it costs on the planet and our people to create global villages with AI and the internet. that does kinda ruin AI, makes me feel guilty and trapped while using it. but it also sheds a little light on what i'm doing and how my actions are not just my own but representative of larger tides that move our planet.
my feet are cold. my feet never stop being cold in sf. sf is a city of cold feet. cold feet. repeating things because i have cold feet.
it was another successful, eventful, fruitful residency. closed. now on to another one.