an experiment

i ate sushi, proper sushi, for the first time last night.

i watched the simpsons. i saw the clod ensemble in the pit of the old vic.
i saw a drag artist reveal her shoulders and squint with richard gere's eyes and speak with a new york drawl. in a darkened room she put her face in the square of light that the spot had cast on the floor and told us of every major injury she'd incurred - breaking both heels, smashing a fist, getting poked in the eye with a stick.

i am not coming home early this evening.