Vessel Log: 2009 01 30

: towards to end of the school day the orbicularis gris and zygomaticus unionize with the coal chute esophagus. This rebellion caught the tongue off-guard as it trounced over words the brain committed near thirty years ago. More sifting, swapping, alchemy in rearranging the compounds of a haiku written by schoolgirls. Their feet slogging through mud at different kilometric intervals. Melancholy takes some earlier than others. The usefulness of hieroglyphs. Fifteen minutes in the deep cold. On the bus, Hips and Makers again this time a séance to communicate with the past and draw charts with the present. Habana, a party for the guest lecturer, Oda-sensei who writes books about Che Guevara. A meal of salad, roast beef, roast pork, chicken, rice and beans. They say チェ ゲバラ, I hear “gay bar”. Determined to catch the 10 o’clock Super Kamui train but kept sitting with the free flow of red wine. H.Y. and her boyfriend are moving to Tokyo. K. asks for a phone number swap. T. is pushing me to socialize, feeding me topics, questions and telling me whose number to get.