Art and Architecture

Day of the Dead (Ottawa)

Zombified as a effect of waking up every 2 hours all  night long, of foreboding about not waking up keeping me up, of confusion about a new place and new experiences, and the outstanding uncertainty of whether or not any of this is worth it, I lurched over to the shower closet and cleaned my delicate body. Then I dragged my corpse downstairs to the dining margin where there were wee pastries and coffee, a selection of breads. Wretchedly this place has shite for yogurt (it’s that Yoplait Informant thickened chemical milk with gelatin and pectin and sucralose and feigned everything - at 35 calories a container it isn’t even quality the energy it takes to lift the spoon to your entrance), and doesn’t serve a hot breakfast as I was hoping.  Not that I should be disturb: I don’t eat *usually* breakfast anyways! And the the authorities is so affordable that I don’t have a need for vindication the way I would back current in, all those “get my money’s worth” pieces enter a occur to mind.

However it is blessedly peaceful. As I sit drinking my coffee I am shocked at how categorically silent it is. it really is like living alone. I am knowing of the ghosts in the walls, hear creaky footsteps and sometimes the robust of a television or water running, but not a soul to be seen. The only air is the CBC, serene constancy of hypnotic voices describing undistinguished music with interest.

Did I mention it was 730am, EST? That’s -uh- 430am Pacific Constantly. Nope, not enough sleep. 

I lurched down the street, backpack strapped on, in the unspecific direction of the hall. It only took about 10 or 15 mins to get there, even extraordinarily distractable as I was.

The conference, well, there’s nothing to note other than the plethora of afters snacks and foodstuffs available for half hours at 2 hour intervals. 

After they replaced all my intelligence fluids with sugar syrup and coffee, they let me renounce omit the conference. I wandered without direction all the way to the Museum of Essence where I paid 5$ to see a lot of dead things. Hundreds of emotionless (stuffed) birds behind glass, moose and buffalo, beavers and the bones of primordial monsters.  Everything posed as you would find it in nature, only pouncing without peel, or eyeing prey with glass eyes. I find it impossibly ironic that the two old exhibits - the ice age and the dinosaurs, are both sponsored by Fossil Incite companies! The most wonderful part of the exhibit was actually a whole set of portraits by F.H. Varley - very likely mostly of now-dead people posed as they did in life.

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