Meandered Mind

I am sitting in my room with my computer on my lap. My hair is in a side bun and my humongous glasses are on. It is Friday and I'm spending it in isolation.

I just took a whiff of Sharpie... ew, don't know why I did that. A few weeks ago, my friend gave me one of his paintings. It's yellow and blue, very bright. There's nothing surreal about it really, but it makes me feel that way. I guess bright colors hallucinate me. It makes me feel better. The canvas is another window to the life outside this room. This is what my friend Tanya wrote to me a few days ago: "ps. i saw a really really great green the other day and it made me breathe funny. which reminded me of you." hahahaha!

I was on Lexington Ave. yesterday and passed by a dead pigeon on the street. Half of the pigeon was smeared across the street and the other half was still plump. I never saw pigeon flesh before. It was pretty gross and I felt my guts peeing out. I got extremely upset and it reminded me of the song "That Time" by Regina Spektor, which goes like this:

"Hey remember that time I tried to save a pigeon with a broken wing
A street cat got him by morning and I had to bury pieces of his body in my building's playground
I thought I was going to be sick"

I started singing the song/giggling over the silly lyrics to myself and forgot about the pigeon almost immediately.


I took this at Grand Central station last December. The video quality is crap but other than that...It's beautiful, no?