art thing

I went to the opening of a Matthew Barney art thing last night.

Having nothing better to do, I went alone and wandered around in it. I ran into people there, people from college and from here and there, around.

There were some fascinating drawings on the walls, tiny intricate things with tied-up, sexually ambiguous, possibly amphibious half-humans. I liked those.

The "sculptures" were sort of not so interesting. I liked one that looked like a couple tons of butter all over the floor. The others were boring and looked flimsy.

I didn't write anything then.

I dreamed my canine teeth turned kind of blackish and broke in half, and also that I was filming a movie where some person with a deep injury in his leg was being pursued through a snowy subdivision at night, near Christmas.

But when I was in a meeting today, I wrote these things:

"I want some fucking apple pie"

and

"Body invaded by yawns."