Cory Arcangel. Daniel Chew. Maybe Joseph Valle. Jeremy Leclair. Talking to Jeremy on a cellphone, planning on going somewhere, to the beach or the mountains, walking through a crowd of people on the street. Cory had a show, I think. Something happened later. Maybe that is where Daniel was. I had a photograph of Cory. My laptop.

Yesterday I didn't write anything because I was too disgusted, but I don't think likes or dislikes has a place here. All that should be here is recollection. Miya Osaki. Ches Smith. In a public bathroom with a pair of paints, feces got all over the pants. I don't remember how. I was not wearing the pants, I was holding them, but someone they got on them, and I was grossed out.