whilst waiting for a bus at 6th and pike today, i was approached by an androgynous person (female? i honestly do not know) in a wheelchair. she steered the chair with one foot scraping along on the pavement; the other leg was artificial. "i got bitten by some insect-" she said, and lifted her sleeve to reveal a softball-sized welt, the skin shiny and red, visibly hot to the touch. "oh god" i said without thinking. she was trying to get enough money for a $10 oral antibiotic before going on IV meds at harborview. she had a huge cold sore on her lip and swollen hands covered with open wounds. and she was extremely articulate, looked into my eyes, and we talked about the mecurial weather. i gave her two cigarettes and a pack of matches from 13 coins. and as she migrated further down the sidewalk to repeat her spiel, i felt a hell of a lot less self-pitying.
the rest of the day, filtered through a blur of physical and emotional angst, as aforementioned:
-spiritualized/sigur ros hybrid playing at the record store. the next song came on and one of the clerks made a smartass comment about the polyphonic spree.
-staggering man enthusiastically sparring with a pillar
-'buy buy baby', about the aggressive merchandising directed towards infants and toddlers, which i read despite the fucking terrible title
-very disgusting carrot cake
-midday nap involving near-dreams about leaves (i am laying under a tree on a sunny day and green leaves are falling on me- not to the point of burial, but akin to an autumnal windstorm. the vibe of the dream is calm/indifferent.)
-learning that a part of the small intestine is used in male-to-female surgery to create vaginal lubrication. relentless, unending vaginal lubrication, due to the digestive secretions. that would be a bit overwhelming.
in retrospect, this is one of those days that really had no reason to exist at all.
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