After my release from Soviet captivity (pics above) I headed to Granny’s Donuts this morning. Every Granny’s location bears signage with “GRANNY’S DONUTS” spelled out in same distinctive font, leading one to believe that a single franchising entity must have spawned all of them. However, the shops bear little resemblance to one another. Today’s destination boasted friendly proprietress, altar offering grapes to deity, and large table with a dozen loud Vietnamese (?) men speaking animatedly in their native tongue. All fell silent when one man, possibly the proprietress’ husband, played Celine Dion on his phone. Beautiful voice, heavy lyrics floated over hushed room until song ended and rapid-fire conversation resumed. Episode felt a bit surreal and I want to find name of that song. Will always wonder what significance, if any, it had to those assembled.
Aside from kitten mission which I mentioned in last post life has been progressing as usual. Generally I rise early, jog, get coffee someplace, return home by noon to edit material/post photo and video updates. One day last week, en route to donut shop du jour, I encountered a familiar face outside my building. “That looks like… nah, it can’t be… ” I told myself, unwilling to believe that random person from past had materialized so close to home. Man in question was standing by a row of parked cars and yelling at the top of his lungs toward the residential complex next to mine. I kept walking when suddenly our eyes locked. He blinked in surprise. We stared at one another. “You disappeared.” he said laughing. “When I called your phone you had another lady answer it and then you both started making fun of me.” I replayed the statement in my head because it had no bearing on reality. “That never happened.” I said seriously, as if rational words and truth could somehow jerk him back to his senses. At that moment another man walked up behind me on the sidewalk, sternly informing my old acquaintance: “She’s not at home. She’s at work right now.” I took the opportunity to depart quickly as the two men engaged in tense conversation. For whatever reason the incident unsettled me and I headed to crisp, corporate, predictable Starbucks instead of a random donut joint.
Ensconced in Starbuck’s table by window I crawled into wormhole, got lost in fascinating book. Thirty minutes later I jerked bolt upright when erratic figure veered toward plate glass as if he might crash right through it. For second time that day I looked up into the face of my not-so-long-lost old acquaintance. He began laughing, took a lengthy moment to scrutinize open page of book I was reading, and then disappeared down sidewalk. Reminded of his startling ability to process details I finally wondered why this intelligent man had ended up screaming on a street corner like a crazed degenerate. Honestly, it still bothers me a tad. And brings me back to the original notion of this past post: it seems like there are some especially potent narcotics floating around our streets these days.
Anyways, I am preparing for a shoot today but felt like transmitting a few words/pics as I finish Granny’s coffee. Photos come from just-released Tanyastroika, a bondage/electroplay custom video commissioned by none other than frequent blog commentator Johan 😉 I will return this evening to answer more post comments. Hope everyone is having a great Tuesday!
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