Fragments, Jan.9

Date: 1/9/2021

I’m on a beach in Bedford. There is a concrete bunker on the left and it’s very rocky. I am at a new park next to the beach. Trails have been made through the wooded hills. The trails are paved with asphalt, and are narrow and winding. There are a lot of visitors. I am with my mother and father. At the trails end, I see a billboard promoting the trail. I remark in how well it recreates the scenery, then realize it’s an empty frame covered in ropes. If you wander off the trail, you are teleported back. There is a museum for the indigenous community at the site. There is a pizza lunch in a box on display. A broken egg, imperfectly reassembled. In the last room, and old woman tells stories about her fisherman husband. She’s an actor, so they may be someone else’s stories. I talk with her, but misspeak, saying “Nova Scotian” when I mean “Scuba diver”. She gets very angry, and holds my head. Trying to take it off? I leave. I climb through a garden hill at the end of the trail, and plants stick to me. I pull them off and try to match them with the little plants on a table at the school lab. I’m shown that if you pull off the dirt, every plant has two wires, like an electronic component. The students are measuring resistance, capacitance, and inductance of the plants, and how they change with magnetic fields. I wonder if two plants in series or parallel behave as expected. I am talking to Erica about rats. She says her parents raised rats, and I remember “babysitting“ for them. The rats were kept in another room, and I’d check on them regularly. Last fragments are the most recent, but fading most quickly. A table with a built in sink, covered in a week-old newspaper. I don’t want the paper to get wet. How is the table hooked up to the water? Coming back from something. More about the electronic plants. Doing the radio transmissions demo with Tom. The frequency Isn’t what we expect. He’s not using his usual music. A hole. A misalignment.