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i awoke in a white room

unfurnished, but with rugs and scattered clothing, Lisa said we could stay here

semi-disoriented as usual, i go check things out

the next room is dim and green like entering a forest

like the rainforest of southeast alaska (last week), but this is like an art installation

this room is simulacrum or parody of a dim green forest

everything soft, i am trying to make it out

against the far wall, items in rows, on shelves?

what are they, i can’t tell, personal items repurposed or repainted, what do they represent?

some kind of art thing, art idea, I can’t tell exactly what the items are

against a mossy background, plush artificial moss or is it real

like mike kelly junk, what does it mean

a woman (white woman, brunette curly hair, resident i assume) goes by in the periphery of sight, like Emily Barton

(she has sour bird-faced expression like she needs her morning coffee) so there are other people in this apt.

she goes into the kitchen, maybe i should put my clothes on

my clothes are probably in a pile in that first bedroom

i ambulate past cavernous dark room that is probably dining and living area maybe a fireplace at far end

but keep going, where the hell are my pants? enter another bedroom

it’s not that first room i woke up, it’s another bedroom (someone else’s)

a guy, younger white guy like the woman with close-cropped dark hair goes by

shuts a door behind himself looking like Joe Mosconi, he also pays little or no attention to me (sour expression)

meanwhile i’m poking about piles of abandoned clothes in corners

i’ve awoken in gentrified white hipster America and i can’t find my pants


foto by Arturo Romo-Santillano

foto by Arturo Romo-Santillano




July 2014