March 1, 2017

We walked through the amusement park with the tour guide who was describing ways to hide past records of smoking. She took out example forms that one could fill out.

We walked up to an abandoned baseball park when it occurred to me that we were somewhere in the Ukraine. Two large giraffes were standing on the field and a small group of photographers were standing in the center with their cameras. There was also a peacock on the fold-up table next to them but it flew away when I started to rummage through my right pocket to get my phone.

I walked to the middle of the field, to join the photographers, to realize that the large giraffe had no head. The neck simply ended at the top as if it were a beheaded granite statue. I noticed that the skin wasn’t normal either. The giraffe had what seemed to be tree bark for flesh. Someone told me that they didn’t have penises because they reproduced asexually. They were like plants that uprooted themselves before finding a new spot to settle into.

I couldn’t catch up with the rest of them. They were walking effortlessly through the crowded street while my legs barely functioned. I was sleep deprived and had to resort to tapping my kneecaps to move my feet.

He rolled down the rock steps on two bright blue wheels. He was chasing those that made the moving rocks. As I watched the man continue rolling, a kind of recap started playing as well. Ways to hide a smoking history, playing with giraffes, fighting communicable diseases, and eliminating native populations. We were told that the program would be shut down if there was no sign of good being done. My jaw was locked shut. My bottom molars were caught behind my top molars and I couldn’t move them down nor forwards.

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I was flying from a domestic airport in Japan to Tokyo in order to transfer to an international flight. I didn’t realize how late it was already and so I got onto my 9AM flight before all of my documents could be checked. I had a slight moment of panic as I sat on the floor of the cabin, unable to locate my travel documents. A couple minutes later, I finally did find them and gave them to the flight attendant. I knew my next flight was at noon.

I was told that my passport was forged. I couldn’t believe it. Someone was trying to frame me of fraud. I remembered dumbly taking a new passport that came in the mail one day for granted a few months ago when in fact I had never requested for a renewal.