"where the sarcastic bubble of the daydream lies"
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may 14, 15, 16
Les Mountains were like les cheap hills du GLENDALE much of the weekend.
Bright. All too there.
I've been asked by THREE different guards from ALL three shifts lately,
"Am I mentioned in that web site." A Sergeant spoke of it at a briefing,
probably last Thursday. One guard laughing at the next.
"Don't you see what a problem inmate websites will be in the future?"
GOD, this has been A LONG ROAD. Getting longer.
A guard pulled his BADGE from his chest in order to FIGHT an inmate
last night. There is a BAD undercurrent going on. AND
ON - AND ON..
Onwards. If I remember correctly, before the weekend, I'd gotten
to the point to wherein wheels on busses were going ROUND AND ROUND.
So pitch black when the bus stopped at some god awful bright duty free
(
) store. CANADA just around the corner. All I had to
do was show my credit card - and I think I had about $85 in cash.
Oh so quickly we were over the line. A crossing. A swirling
negative crossing. I thought I saw a cabin in les foret. There
was a stop in suburban New Westminster. And in an hour I was on a
freezing Vancouver Street in front of the bus station. I wanted to
walk downtown but it SEEMED like there was water or some sort of black
nowhere obstacle. TOO FAR. TOO COLD. TOO UNCERTAIN.
I flagged a cab. He selected the ROYAL HOTEL ON GRANVILLE St. for
me. I know I couldn't go any further. If there'd been more
time as I was closing down /shrinking up, I'd have gone to FRANCE - that's
where the sarcastic bubble of the daydream lies. You'll see.
And if not there - then, MONTREAL. But I know when I checked in at
Vancouver that I was DONE.
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