skipping class. I’m wandering through hallways and classrooms. i encounter B, someone i know online—she wants me to fast with her, by which she means hang out while not eating—i took it to mean deep contemplation somewhere else, because she tries to get me into to a room full of kids doing their schoolwork. i imagine myself (looking much different than i really do, younger and with short hair, a dark face i don’t recognize) entering this room and it’s embarrassing, even though i know it would be fine. as B leaves i reject this and end up in a room alone, painted deep purple. she eventually finds and drags me back, through an ethereal white translucent plastic hallway, like something meant for biohazard containment, to the room she and a friend are in. it’s a bit messy but nice with big windows letting in the clear sunny sky. eventually she asks me something but uses a word i can’t understand—i keep asking her to repeat it, until finally she shows it to me, written down: directfratball precipitation, a term she got from one of my dreams.
