Cafe Voltaire

I've had a strange beautiful bass and slowness laden day. Went to class, and that part of my morning just slipped by.. went and met Laura at the paint store and pawed through art supplies and got lost in rows of paint and color and almost drown in moss green and plum pink and soft paintbrushes. I'm sure they don't appreciate it, but I end up brushing them against my face and eyelids as I wander about, touching. I even lick the watercolor pencils to see their exact color... Drifted to Laura's and drank tea like the rich with cold cream and sugar cubes and had lemonade in the sun while somebody smoked upstairs, but you can only smell it close to the window.. Painted the cats ears blue, I think she liked it.. Laid in the sun and read Descartes until my eyes started closing, watched Laura paint half sleeping, me and her I think.. Laid on the floor and painted with Laura, the same colors and yet a totally different painting, but still of a woman. Ian and Laura and Alejandro took me for Vietnamese food and we laughed and talked about babies and pregnancy and rabbits and me taking a bath in my sink with my feet in the toilet, because I have no bathtub...Ate the strangest food, shrimp in peaches and cream and scallops and peanuts. Came home and my brother took me to have coffee and smoke a cigar, talk and watch the old men play chess. I showered and now my skin smells like almonds and milk and cigars and roses. I'm listening to this beautiful music.. Ali Farka Toure... It's been an incredible and strange day.