Last night, I had a bourgeios dream. I say that for lack of a better description. It was strange, to say the least. It was me and Dostoevsky sitting to the side of a very small old-time movie theatre. The two of us had made the film that was playing in black and white. It was a silent one and yet it spoke the language of the audience. From behind the velvet curtain where we sat smiling with pride, I watched the audience
with the flickers of light from the screen making me wonder if they were the movie. A woman grasped a flowered hankerchief. I kept repeating the word bourgeois over and over until I completely annoyed myself. Then I woke up. The word was still stuck in my head like a bad radio tune and I rode my bike to school imagining that I was probably vocally saying it even as I slept. But hey, at least I was able to sleep.

In a completely seperate incident today, I finally saw Fast Eggs. There is a car in this town that both of the other AET's have seen. It is a family sized maroon minivan with the English words "fast eggs" in elaborate detailing on the back window. It has been a joke of ours for quite some time now. But today, I actually saw it. It was parked beside another minivan with humorous detailing as well - something about "delicious sweets" and some kind of "attitude" that was too long for me to remember. I have no idea what it all means, but the owners must think it's pretty cool.

Anyway, just a bit of absurdity in this corner. We get used to it, don't we.

Copyright 2000 H. Krebs