An expat was talking about how Lisbon should not be the first place you visit. It’ll set the bar too high. For me, me personally, I love a good interior. If this is cold, you’ve clearly never been to Winnipeg.
Me, personally, my interest tapers off around pop art. I don’t want to be chasing culture nor do I want it on my tail. It can just tag along if it wants I don’t really mind. I love what surrealism was going for, but at some point, for me personally, the thing has to look a bit pretty.
Goal for today: fish. It came from someone who wanted me out of their hair as soon as possible. It came on a menu scrawled in sharpie. The harsher the fluorescent, the better the food. This is what they told me. I dined with an improv comedian. He and I ate the eye of the fish. There was a hard ball inside like a pearl perhaps the pupil a toy like a hidden toy. The food was delicate and filling. The fish, side-eyeing me and the comedian, was beautifully seasoned, and, chewing around the bones, offered a pungent seawater whitemeat, before which I found Fernando Pessoa in English but he appeared, for me, personally, in a place much too neon.
Goal for tomorrow: Fish part ii. You will be hearing from me.
Whatever the muscle is that’s on that’s on the front of your leg, below your shin, right where it becomes your foot, yea, that hurts a lot. Everything is hurting. Curse My New Year’s Hangover (it’s gone now). This will not set the tone. This will not set the tone for me, personally.
Me, me, me, me, me. That’s quite enough of that.
These are great. Love them.