NY Arrival

The Day That Was Yesterday

Headed off to Congress of Collectives, spending 8 hours in the air watching things that can’t be unseen. Things slid into difference, time became spongy, water tasting strange, restrooms and sidewalks. We got to Flux Factory and Doug blasted us with the itinerary as we stared with dazed blank eyes.

We joined in with the Flux communal meal and met a few of the others, then started to experience the different pace of events as the time between the meal and the band stretched like processed American cheese.  Tiredness took over before they started but we remote viewed the performance as we settled into where we were staying, toy instruments and electronic buzzing bouncing off the gallery walls.