i feel pretty human again. myself, even. whoever i am.
roger invited us into the cave and we drove there to discuss intelligence, contribution to the art world, found photography, and his technophobia. we ate guacamole. i impressed him. the coral in the fish tank fluttered like waving hands or birdwing feathers soaring, so we waved back. i took photos of him. i felt guilty; i should have used film.
my photography teacher shows us slides of all the people who died for their art. as a result of mercury or ether poisoning from daguerreotypes. i draw lots of little circles but it helps me really listen. elegant women on elephant trunks, photograms.
i think i will like it here. i think i can survive.
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