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a dream in one years time -
we have moved into the new up and coming area. they are polling the neighborhood before they open a chain store. i am struggling with the geography of the area. we are an island and i have not memorized street names yet.
there is a collector of sorts, someone we meet at the focus group, and he enlists our help in gathering items for an exhibition. there is something off about him that we can't place. he leads us into the attic of a house where everything smells like woodchips and clothes are laid out on tables like a boutique. we will have to make multiple trips he explains, rattling off items and prices and it becomes clear that we have been stealing things all along. i stuff a green sweater vest up my shirt and sneak out the back way just as the owners return home with their children.
outside two friends are about to pull off in a vespa with sidecar. take me with you i ask and they do not argue. they're been wise to the game for longer than i. the vest is bunched up by my belly and i push it as close to my skin as i can for fear of their judgement.
we have moved into the new up and coming area. they are polling the neighborhood before they open a chain store. i am struggling with the geography of the area. we are an island and i have not memorized street names yet.
there is a collector of sorts, someone we meet at the focus group, and he enlists our help in gathering items for an exhibition. there is something off about him that we can't place. he leads us into the attic of a house where everything smells like woodchips and clothes are laid out on tables like a boutique. we will have to make multiple trips he explains, rattling off items and prices and it becomes clear that we have been stealing things all along. i stuff a green sweater vest up my shirt and sneak out the back way just as the owners return home with their children.
outside two friends are about to pull off in a vespa with sidecar. take me with you i ask and they do not argue. they're been wise to the game for longer than i. the vest is bunched up by my belly and i push it as close to my skin as i can for fear of their judgement.