We got out of the taxi in the middle of downtown and there was a promotional display in the plaza for a reshowing of a 1981 romcom. My brother made a comment about something “saving the media” as I rolled along in my wheelchair. Our father called at us from across the street as we were getting tickets to watch the new Tom Cruise movie. “Didn’t you want to watch it?” my dad asked with a mask over his head while he dragged my wheelchair. When we got to the ticket counter we were going to get a disabled ticket until we realized that they could only be bought in pairs (?) which made us hesitate about our decision. “Are you sure? It’s at a reduced price” someone said.

I was being interviewed in front of a camera about my studies and career plans. They asked me what I “3D [modeling/animation] [meant] to me” and where I was going to go next. I replied by talking into a speaker in front of me instead of looking at the camera. I listened to the recording afterwards and, as expected, my voice was barely audible.

Someone wasn’t a fan of the fireplace that was in the center of a middle-schooler’s bedroom. They didn’t like the “gravity” of the chimney. People were suggesting ways to modify the fireplace until I asked, “Why not just renovate the whole room?” In addition to the chimney, there was also a set of washing and drying machines in the back. “Get rid of these as well” I said.

We were about to head out and because I didn’t have my water bottle on hand, I used an empty carton of orange juice to carry water with me instead. I took one last mouthful before filling it up again. There was some kind of controversy going on in the news about a college student’s first-grader son. It had something to do with parental negligence.