it is one of those moments when you get excited about one thing more than anyone closest to you would. night has just fallen and automobiles light up like fireflies, ferociously looking for enemies and friends at the same time on the city’s roads. you are looking out from inside one of the fireflies’s cold belly, thinking of one of the best books you have recently read. your husband and one of your dear friends would love the protagonist’s mother because she likes wallace stevens and transcendental poetry that do not incorporate the narcissistic pronoun “I”. and then you get distracted by the tender and alluring smell of freshly made pancakes you just bought.
my friend, N, and i were watching videos of ourselves. we wanted to have them sent to an anonymous friend.
M was a pot dealer. my sister wore a red daster. that’s all i can remember.
a book discussion was in progress.
i had beer with D & his girlfriend.
my sister told me to turn on the tv so she could match the time. she was very demanding and we had a fight.
i walked into my high school gym. nobody was there except for a man meditating. i only saw his back. i got to the changing room and went to the toilet. as i was doing what i had to do, i saw the man’s feet from the gap below the door. i saw them climbing the door, obviously he tried to look inside. i saw his head on top of the toilet’s low divider. he was very tall. i screamed for my boyfriend. he appeared and chased him. the voyeur turned out to be my old high school friend whom i had never been close with.
i was riding a horse on my own for the first time (never even done it in real life!). a friend, who clearly was an expert in horse-riding, was riding another horse. he was really calm but i was terrified. our horses sped between cars on a busy road and funny mine was leading. i felt like i was going to fall so i held on real tight to the horse’s hair.
after a while, we stopped. my friend told me i shouldn’t feel too frightened. as horses were sensitive creatures, i should find myself able to connect with it if i only tried. so, before we moved on, i whispered to my horse, “horsey, just slow down, okay? i’m not used to this and i’m so afraid.”
to my surprise, the horse turned its head and said, “alright. you are safe with me. you don’t need to feel afraid.” i was so shocked i nearly fell. But it lived up to its words and our journey was surprisingly comfortable!
i then arrived at my old highschool to attend my classes. it turned out i was still a student.