Archive for August, 2018

What do I understand of this

Who are these people to have a say in the festival?

Which other festival is in a better position to negotiate the integrity of its content, esp in relation to Penang’s reputation?

Why would they repeat the patterns that used to plague the likes of Balai Seni?

Now there has been no threat. We have bowed to words never revealed, intentions never made clear. Yes we all “understand”, but can any of us name what it was? It is all speculation on our behalf. We have done the authorities the courtesy of never having to spell out the threat.

it would have been better if Joe said nothing at all.

I’m going on a cruise for a teambuilding exercise with colleagues and I just realised I’ve been dreaming about being a serial killer on a boat.

I thought it was my loathing for everyone triggering the dream but maybe it’s partially the teambuilding future too.

It’s hungry ghost month. I am carrying a huge negative vibe, and I know what that usually means. I hope I don’t bring any surprises to the office.

I am a serial killer — a white man with brown hair and brown eyes and khaki shorts (one side of my pant legs drops lower to my thighs). I stalk people through Durex hookup hashtags online. Used to be women too but now mostly just men. I am ruthless, efficient. I look like Dexter but Dexter doesn’t exist in this world.

There is loud thumping music. Techno. I’m on a giant ship. I wonder where work has taken me now. I’m in a kill room, full of evidence. I open the blackout curtains and bright light streams in. A float boat is going by my window, in a giant pool on the boat — someone dressed in black leather s&m clothes riding it on water. I’m on a boat and there’s a party and the investigative party are all VIPs. Of course I’m going to murder some ppl here. I’ve murdered some of my past team members, brutally. Harvested them. There are two members hot on my tracks, two guys. One is a white guy, brown office haircut, blue striped suit clothes. Tall. Grimace-smiles. Camera is always looking at him from worms eye view. I’m walking on the boat with a colleague whom I consider attacking later, if convenient.

I am on a date with a girl and she brings me to “the most punk” place which she wants me to appreciate. It’s a place that almost looks Tuscan. Warm sunlight and large columns. We park and enter. It’s a nursery and I’m holding a small plastic basket. I put some plants shaped like cucumbers in the basket. They look like cotton and feel like clouds when I squeeze them.

I also dream for hours I have to post something on Instagram for work.

You’re a friend but I’m sorry I’m allergic to Gramsci at 2am.