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Wednesday 4 March 2026

9:37am

I am here, at The Met. "All that she wants is another baby, she's gone tomorrow..." Brian sings along to the Ace of Base song. I am wearing yellow, and it goes rather nicely with my breakfast in front of me -- pineapple atop a bed of chia pudding and cottage cheese...

There are many things on my mind. The plan to play basketball this spring with A, the way that U.B. talked about 'sag', the idea of woodworking with U.D., meeting at a coffee shop with C and R yesterday to talk about Grandma, this disturbing book that I'm reading, the fact that I am reading again, the drawings R made to welcome me home, the way that my grandpa alternated blinking with each eye back and forth as he looked out of the hospital window, the coworker group chat that was started yesterday with a plan to go to skinny dennis, S's mediatation group that I signed up for, the art I'd like to make with the scanner at work today, how I'll help J build a bedframe after work today, how I just stopped by A and S's apartment after work on Monday and we had chai, exchanging texts with R.D. about G, jumping up and down on the steps with M and A.K., getting prank called by M, the phonetic alphabet, going to the gallery opening for S tomorrow and dinner at E's too, BBQ double date on friday... somehow there is so much going on. And I am so glad that my PHONE is not one of those things on my mind...

My phone has been out of space for many days now. This means that I've deleted nearly all of my apps, sometimes I don't recieve texts, and I've finally been forced to put an end to my compulsive photography habit. Do I want to fix this situation? Not exactly.

11:27am

Well, now, half way through a stream of "Happy Holi" texts, I stopped recieving messages. My phone continued buzzing, and no messages appeared. I scramble to delete various videos -- college parties, guitar playing, etc... -- in hopes of recieving the holiday greetings. I'm not sure who has texted, or what they've said. There's something sort of good and bad about that.

I have a few thoughts about airplanes. Things I've thought about throughout the years, thoughts that have evolved over time. I used to love flying (as a child and teen). Everything about it. From arriving at the airport to sitting next to a stranger to not being able to recieve text messages. Then, when I moved to Brooklyn, (from the great midwestern state of Michigan), I realized how much of my love for airplanes came from the fact that it was the only time there was a chance to be in transit with people I didn't know. My previous modes of transport included: car. So, plane was the only chance to share a sideways glance with someone next to you if something strange was happening (I later learned this is called 'triangulation'), or to generally meet someone based on the fact that you are going to the same place. However, upon graduating from a small liberal arts school and moving to Sunset Park, I found myself immersed in moments of triangulation.