Friday, April 18


My bathtub is full with debris, standing on four feet. I open the tap and do not realise I have to bathe in debris. The bathtub is shrinking like wax, it's very small now and transparent. Next thing, I fall in love with a man with two children. He has a moustache, he holds me for a while and then he has to go. He returns to give me his t-shirt as a gift and a list of the best Lebanese restaurants in the area. My dad opens the door and I say we met in an international, interdisciplinary conference. What a bore.

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