Oct 2007 

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As a tourist and as a traveler.

One week of the fruit supply remains.

Spinning is what i do, everything spins.

My day.

Speak speak speak.

Thai day.

The four-hundredth day living out of a duffel bag.

Still waking up from the dram, on the eve of a couple thousand pieces of fruit.

One last banana.

From all good things.

Six years and one day.

I ate, i slept, between all of that i made a few good things happen, and this is how i told my story.