Written on 09 April 2020, Thursday:
Seemed like I was in high school. I was in an empty classroom and I’m putting away my things into something like a laptop sleeve. I think I look away for a moment and then the sleeve I’m using as a bag is gone. I frantically look for it and go outside, giving up I guess because I’m late to go to another class. But outside of the classroom I see my stuff there in a sort of fruit-crate. I suspected someone had grabbed it in the room when I wasn’t looking, suspected this guy outside who seemed like a teacher, an older guy, but he was only asking me if the stuff on the ground in the fruit-crate looking all messy like it was just dropped on the floor, if it was all mine. I tried to put it all away, or just grabbed the book, which looked like Orientalism, or the cover of this book by Edward Said, a book that I actually do have on my bedside table in the outside world but am not currently reading. . . Then I find myself putting away a bunch of other stuff, garbage, really. The fruit crate has turned into large garbage bins and I’m collecting, I guess, recycling material. There were a couple of other people around, standing around, waiting on me. I think my mom was there waiting to pick me up from school and then deciding to help me so the clean up would be faster. Or I’m not sure if she was actually helping, but I think she was asking me what’s to be taken or left in the trash. I remember pulling out a bunch of half-full juice cartons. I was a little disgusted and not thrown them away long ago.
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