Date: 4/18/2019

By Aler

No coherent narrative, just some half remembered fragments: A bicycle seat shaped like a human jawbone. You sat on the tongue. This was repeated several times, and it was important to record for posterity. Coitus oils in jars shaped like skulls. The ears (?) were interchangeable. Searching an old house for books I forgot. A biography of Reba McIntire. The comic of The Tick. A hundred volume series called “Story”. In a grungier version of Las Vegas. It reminded me of a filmmaker, but I couldn’t remember their name. A family greedily eating at an adjacent table reminded me: Wes Anderson.