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go on a family vacation to turkey, like i am bringing my family there kinda (and i wonder when im there how i got there without a new passport and dont remember the flight)
we stay at a hotel i stayed at before in the same room i stayed in, and my memory is that i traveled here as some part of educational trip, like i came here like i came to france,
and i am thinking about ozzy ozman and how i havent told him im here and why havent i
and the hotel is a grand large hotel and its all familiar to me and i remember all the people that work there but they dont quite remember me,
and there is a dunkin donuts in the lobby oddly, there are dunkin donuts everywhere
and when you go outside its a cobblestone street and a body of water in a curved plateau around it and you go to the right --- i take my brother and my father out with me when i go out and see it
first through the hotel where a familiar man (there is one man who seems to be everywhere in the hotel always , a main man, who i remember and who is affable and helpful and quirky)
i bring them by the pool where he is mopping around the pool and my father almost falls into the pool, is unsteady sometimes on his feet, with his balance
we go outside to this cobblestone area i remember so well and i am thinking the fish ball cart will be there and it is-- now i remember, we go out because i am so hungry and looking for falafel and
the main hotel guy had said they only had dunkin donuts falafel there at the hotel which is basically fake falafel cardboard and i am remembering this delicious falafel with baba ganoush i had had
(and my brother had a sandwich that looked like falafel but it was made of chicken)
so we go out and the fish ball cart is there and then we go to the right where there is a little market enclosure leading in from the outside and then if you go to the right inside of that there is more
little kiosks and venders, USUALLy, but this time, because it is late i suppose, there is practically nothing in the second room and it doesnt lead any further--
its a closed room and then it looks like there are geisha looking women playing harps but these are actually some kind of statues that operate like windchimes --- they are moving and making
soft harp like sounds and look like women but they are not, they are made of something like porcelain, like those perpetual motion things with the metal ball--
in the closed market there is a free sample tray of baklava which my father eats one of
we go back to the hotel and through some kind of dunkin donuts like coffee shop where a band is playing-- or is this happening on a tv ? there are tvs in the hotel that show the insides of dunkin donuts
like coffee shops-- like surveillance cams-- the band is also playing in one of these
II.
im with paige and we are in halifax walking down the street and i am going to show her the tb hospital-- it doesnt look like halifax its like a town center with cobblestone streets and
some kind of big show going on that night -- we are walking toward a dirt road that leads to the tb hospital and this guy who is somehow reminiscent of john hopper but with a bulbous bumpy face
stops us and tells us about the tb hospital and i dont tell him what i already know, but he is nice
and then a car stops and a man who looks just like him but older and taller gets out and he says
this is his father coming to pick him up , and his father is nice and for some reason we ride into the town center with them and his father leaves and then he walks us halfway back to where we were
going-- there is a big glass room where black and white videos of old movie stars with their hair being pulled back from their head, wide eyed and other flashing clips are playing
and the guy tells us this is some famous artist and in the room there are two guys sitting there and one is v young too young to be the artist and the other is old enough i guess and looks like hunter s thompson
we are on cobbled stairs coming up from under a bridge of some sort-- i am worried about it getting dark and getting to the tb hospital where i have spray painted a mural on the back and plan to do
more-- paige is maybe flirting with the guy--- and i think somehow i leave on my own and go down the dirt road to the tb hospital--
and when i get there its a big warehouse room all cleaned out and full of stuff i left there, like art supplies and all this wood, all these wooden figures
and for a moment but not for the whole time it seems like my brother is there and i am showing him this
and then i start painting on the walls
and then a whole group of young people come in and start immediately putting wooden sculptures on these long tables and working on them, they paint them, one is a painted fish made of wood
that stands on a wooden stand with a ball at the top and a round hole in the bottom of the fish so then the person moves the fish with a string and it looks like some kind of puppet and i want to make one
i know i have been here before but it seems like a long time since ive been
the young people see me but dont say anything and talk amongst each other and go about their work, one girl seems like the lead girl and i recognize her and like her--
i stop what im doing and feel a bit awkward because i thought this was my secret abandoned place--
but they seem fine with me, they start talking about the space and how tracy chapman said 'oh they just use a porter' and i ask them very softly what is a porter-- it seems this has become some kind of art school known as porter or a porter
and the main girl explains to me a porter is like an outdoor space, like an indoor outdoor space or enclosure, like maybe they dont have heat i guess
and she is offering me things like food and clothes and i wonder if she thinks im homeless or remembers me--
and then they put everything away very quickly and then they take all these clothes and spread them out all over these tables and then put them away very quickly again -- and this is something like a
flash exchange or something-- and i like their energy and their community--- and then they all go outside on the steps and its a bright sunny day and looks like a college campus
go on a family vacation to turkey, like i am bringing my family there kinda (and i wonder when im there how i got there without a new passport and dont remember the flight)
we stay at a hotel i stayed at before in the same room i stayed in, and my memory is that i traveled here as some part of educational trip, like i came here like i came to france,
and i am thinking about ozzy ozman and how i havent told him im here and why havent i
and the hotel is a grand large hotel and its all familiar to me and i remember all the people that work there but they dont quite remember me,
and there is a dunkin donuts in the lobby oddly, there are dunkin donuts everywhere
and when you go outside its a cobblestone street and a body of water in a curved plateau around it and you go to the right --- i take my brother and my father out with me when i go out and see it
first through the hotel where a familiar man (there is one man who seems to be everywhere in the hotel always , a main man, who i remember and who is affable and helpful and quirky)
i bring them by the pool where he is mopping around the pool and my father almost falls into the pool, is unsteady sometimes on his feet, with his balance
we go outside to this cobblestone area i remember so well and i am thinking the fish ball cart will be there and it is-- now i remember, we go out because i am so hungry and looking for falafel and
the main hotel guy had said they only had dunkin donuts falafel there at the hotel which is basically fake falafel cardboard and i am remembering this delicious falafel with baba ganoush i had had
(and my brother had a sandwich that looked like falafel but it was made of chicken)
so we go out and the fish ball cart is there and then we go to the right where there is a little market enclosure leading in from the outside and then if you go to the right inside of that there is more
little kiosks and venders, USUALLy, but this time, because it is late i suppose, there is practically nothing in the second room and it doesnt lead any further--
its a closed room and then it looks like there are geisha looking women playing harps but these are actually some kind of statues that operate like windchimes --- they are moving and making
soft harp like sounds and look like women but they are not, they are made of something like porcelain, like those perpetual motion things with the metal ball--
in the closed market there is a free sample tray of baklava which my father eats one of
we go back to the hotel and through some kind of dunkin donuts like coffee shop where a band is playing-- or is this happening on a tv ? there are tvs in the hotel that show the insides of dunkin donuts
like coffee shops-- like surveillance cams-- the band is also playing in one of these
II.
im with paige and we are in halifax walking down the street and i am going to show her the tb hospital-- it doesnt look like halifax its like a town center with cobblestone streets and
some kind of big show going on that night -- we are walking toward a dirt road that leads to the tb hospital and this guy who is somehow reminiscent of john hopper but with a bulbous bumpy face
stops us and tells us about the tb hospital and i dont tell him what i already know, but he is nice
and then a car stops and a man who looks just like him but older and taller gets out and he says
this is his father coming to pick him up , and his father is nice and for some reason we ride into the town center with them and his father leaves and then he walks us halfway back to where we were
going-- there is a big glass room where black and white videos of old movie stars with their hair being pulled back from their head, wide eyed and other flashing clips are playing
and the guy tells us this is some famous artist and in the room there are two guys sitting there and one is v young too young to be the artist and the other is old enough i guess and looks like hunter s thompson
we are on cobbled stairs coming up from under a bridge of some sort-- i am worried about it getting dark and getting to the tb hospital where i have spray painted a mural on the back and plan to do
more-- paige is maybe flirting with the guy--- and i think somehow i leave on my own and go down the dirt road to the tb hospital--
and when i get there its a big warehouse room all cleaned out and full of stuff i left there, like art supplies and all this wood, all these wooden figures
and for a moment but not for the whole time it seems like my brother is there and i am showing him this
and then i start painting on the walls
and then a whole group of young people come in and start immediately putting wooden sculptures on these long tables and working on them, they paint them, one is a painted fish made of wood
that stands on a wooden stand with a ball at the top and a round hole in the bottom of the fish so then the person moves the fish with a string and it looks like some kind of puppet and i want to make one
i know i have been here before but it seems like a long time since ive been
the young people see me but dont say anything and talk amongst each other and go about their work, one girl seems like the lead girl and i recognize her and like her--
i stop what im doing and feel a bit awkward because i thought this was my secret abandoned place--
but they seem fine with me, they start talking about the space and how tracy chapman said 'oh they just use a porter' and i ask them very softly what is a porter-- it seems this has become some kind of art school known as porter or a porter
and the main girl explains to me a porter is like an outdoor space, like an indoor outdoor space or enclosure, like maybe they dont have heat i guess
and she is offering me things like food and clothes and i wonder if she thinks im homeless or remembers me--
and then they put everything away very quickly and then they take all these clothes and spread them out all over these tables and then put them away very quickly again -- and this is something like a
flash exchange or something-- and i like their energy and their community--- and then they all go outside on the steps and its a bright sunny day and looks like a college campus
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