^ "Look at me here, here on my own again, up straight in the sunshine..."
I had a curious dream this morning. It seemed to be set in the early 60s because of the clothes we wore, dungarees and windbreakers and bright pastel colours, almost like West Side Story. I was close friends with this one fellow (no one I would know in real life) and he and I had a history together as platonic friends. Then he befriended another young man and we three hung out together. But then it looked to be my friend was getting very close (non-romantically) to his new friend, to the point where he ignored me more and more, even when the three of us were together.
In the evening we went into this shop along a riverfront and they sold postcards and other paper goods, the entire place was practically dripping with cards from floor to ceiling. There was no clerk to be seen. My friend and the new friend were laughing and joking together while looking at the merchandise and completely forgot all about me. I was so upset by this that I left the shop and stood by the water and eventually went home.
I then found myself the next day passing by an empty shopfront in the city and stopping at the window. I knew somehow that that space was accepting proposals from artists who want passersby to see their work from the street. So I took them up on it and had a large foam core sign made up that featured comments from me about how sad I've been because my friends had abandoned me, and I hadn't heard from them and I had since done other things, like help poor homeless people and other socially progressive work. I placed the sign in the window. Next to it was a large photographic print of myself standing at the riverfront in jeans and my windbreaker, my face blacked out but still showing my head bowed down.
People began to stop and look and read the words. I knew that it was just a matter of time before my friend would see it, but that if he didn't I had to move on, but at least the world would know that I had passed through and did things.
In the evening we went into this shop along a riverfront and they sold postcards and other paper goods, the entire place was practically dripping with cards from floor to ceiling. There was no clerk to be seen. My friend and the new friend were laughing and joking together while looking at the merchandise and completely forgot all about me. I was so upset by this that I left the shop and stood by the water and eventually went home.
I then found myself the next day passing by an empty shopfront in the city and stopping at the window. I knew somehow that that space was accepting proposals from artists who want passersby to see their work from the street. So I took them up on it and had a large foam core sign made up that featured comments from me about how sad I've been because my friends had abandoned me, and I hadn't heard from them and I had since done other things, like help poor homeless people and other socially progressive work. I placed the sign in the window. Next to it was a large photographic print of myself standing at the riverfront in jeans and my windbreaker, my face blacked out but still showing my head bowed down.
People began to stop and look and read the words. I knew that it was just a matter of time before my friend would see it, but that if he didn't I had to move on, but at least the world would know that I had passed through and did things.
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