in the real world i dreamed:
i was the secretary/archivist/ boyfren of an important conceptual artist. her name was japanese as was her ancestry: Julie was her art. and already a Julie's face etched on the Moon, chains of mountains her lounging figure. tiny fractal worlds you could get lost in. Waves on certain coastlines an erotic ruined dance.
her recent work on paper. and actual realizations. extreme controversial move on 'Julie's' part.
as her archivist i try to document the papers before the burning of the christmas tree. which is why we were being evicted.
we decided to go to china. i thought we were going the wrong way. and wasn't sure how our bikes would cross the ocean.