Le Temps

Date: 12/3/2017

Members of our class house-sat Woods' condo, which was a mess, and my object from a trip littered the place's expanses. Me, Sam, and that chick I subbed days with, all were there, but then I left them and drove with that chick I subbed days with. I was in a field with Sara and another man doing a project wherein the man filled buckets with gravy to the brim. I met someone from the coffee shop I'd before met. He had to leave and was likely avoiding me, which was fine and dandelions. We, me and Sara, went to a meeting with older people within which they talked politics through a game of cards that they played; one told me I should watch more Television to understand. I then said Shakespeare was better to understand our modern situation (rather than being in the whirlwind). There were books of poems I read which were very self-conscious about the mental space and called it Time's Temperment. The books were shit, filled with forced enjambment, and approximations of Ashberyean investigations that did not manifest with skillfulness. (why could I read text in a dream environment?)