Vessel Log: 2009 01 31

: early like a school day but energized because it’s not. Coffee in the can. Monday Night Lit. The peaceful and near empty bus this early in the morning. This trip has the uniform of stealth escape. Oodori Station is rolled metal shades. McDonald’s is the exception. The train is a long, cylindrical tunnel, a hallway that stretches in the dark and cold earth. Sidewalk patches of silver ice, peppered with slate colored gravel. The movie theater is sponge painted salmon, polished steps lead to the screening room, bookended by flower boxes filled with forever-in-bloom blossoms. It’d be wearing gray on gray watching Earth Girls Are Easy here. Perfect and, yet, too easy. The arcade outside jangles, a training camp for Vegas. The films were grainy and blown. Pewter images of farming, corruption, capitalism, private property. A village watching Modern Times. Moss Burger for lunch. H.Y.’s boyfriend is an anarchist. Lucia; three segments of women in Cuban history. Eslinda Núñez looks like Rose Byrne. Dash and slide for the train. The wind in town has picked up bite. The fifth floor of Seiyu for bowling. Trade in my rental shoes for bigger sizes; 26cm, 27cm, 28cm. Boys versus girls. E., S. C., A., J., M., B., R., J., and myself. Later, T. from the B-- with his wife and baby.