Today we had coffee in a dark alley. We walked to the museums. Some guys tried selling us some shit or some hunger something but they didn't make eye contact with me so I won. Smiling. They yelled out to my back "I like your bag!" Ha ha, I know. The galleries were both installing. There were grids of numbered boxes with empty sheaths of bubble wrap formerly containing the ribs of a giant metal snake looking thing. I checked an email with this lady and she said meet for dinner tonight or tomorrow maybe. I wrote back: tomorrow. We visited each gift shop in the cultural centre: Gallery, Museum, Goma and Library. Scott liked the Library, I liked the Gallery. At 3pm we took the Beenleigh line out to Woodbridge then bussed to Ikea Logan City for dinner. I took pictures of furniture for future studio, picked out bookends and shoved pairs and triplets of pencils in my bag. The place had a lot of signs letting us know about the surveillance. I put two extra cushions on the couch I wanted. Nobody said anything. We were back at Central Station by 7.30pm so we went to see a movie. It made me not care too much for correct grammar anymore. All bloody and double crossing itself our stove says it's 3.27 but it's only nearly midnight.
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