cirdt

i am in campbell river. i had ice cream on a pier and went fishing with my uncle and father. i have watched my family get trashed and make fun of the other guests passing by our $200 a night cabin at a little pier up north. i have read two books of poetry gleaned from my aunt's shelf - sylvia plath and the other kerouac. i have listended to my uncle pontificate the possibility of a collective unconcious, evidenced by pigeon exeriments. i have eaten crab.




i am trying so hard not to be bored.




i am failing.


today i will take the quaint local transit system to the pier and be a TOURIST.

le blarg.