beige

pasta with "meat" balls, spinich salad, water, icecream sandwich

mostly indistinct. i am some sort of commando? the whole sequence is dominated by a strangely beige surface, like a wall made of skin. (not as distubing as that sounds, though.)

at one point i am on a bike at the intersection of carlisle and menaul, crossing from the SE corner to the SW corner. i wait for the cross walk signal to go, but about half way across i dump over on my bike, get up start to walk it. the light begins to flash, i give up and head back to where i started. in frustration i begin to curse and spit, and i pick up my bike and throw it against the curb. a seemingly disembodied voice announces, as if to an audience, "that's why we need longer running crossing lights," as if i am a demonstration of the point.