ScribblePOP 3.0

I was in grad school. I was in Taipei. I was with my mother. She wanted me to live at home with her and commute to school. I refused and moved into the dorms. The dorm was sun drenched and very large. There were at least 8 people living in there. Someone made a lot of pies in the kitchen. I arrived at my bed, which was a mess. I also found two freshmen rummaging through my belongings. One of them, a scrawny Asian girl, held up a piece of post-it note with a signature and a string of monetary numbers of it and said “he died recently!” It was an autograph by a close friend of mine, a recently diseased actor from Slumdog Millionaire. I tried to get the post-it back from her, but couldn’t.

Cut to the inside of a train car. The train car was very minimal. It was uniformly painted dark brown, lined with benches. I saw Jo, a friend from High School, in a bonnet and a black dress, sitting at the far corner. She smiled at me. The conductor announced over the PA system that our train car was to be disconnected from the other two ahead of us, that it had to do a turn, and that the passengers had the choice to stay on or get off. Otherwise, we could also ponder over the giant cat graffiti at the station (a Chris Marker reference, a cat labeled Chat). Most passengers left. I stayed. The roof of the train car was lifted off as the car started to turn. It was a misty cold day in the 1920s, somewhere in the South of France. The car turned. Jo got up and ran across the tracks, paved with pebble stones. She climbs onto the platform on the other side and enters a cafe, where a young man was sitting at the door. The cafe was called “Gingersticks Cafe.”

I sat in the car as it pulled into a roofed station. Across from me sat Maralie, a friend from RISD, and an mature professor-like man. Maralie ran off, there was a girl sitting next to me (but I can’t remember who she is). Maralie ran back, excited, said “there’s a painting over there by the 1600’s painter Janice *something*…”

I woke up.