The superfox Jen was at her friend’s house in my neighborhood so I picked them up and we drove to this crazy architecture school downtown called SCI-Arc where there was some kind of event that we were going to. When she had described it I didn’t understand a word she said, but it turned out to be an artistical installation of some kind, a great three-dimensional wooden grid with all sorts of stairs and platforms. Hidden within it were dozens of gnomelike musicians all creating a horrendous cacophonous din. Jen’s friend Claudia had a elaborately delicate tattoo around her wrist that I thought was henna but it turned out to be not only permanent but self-administered over a period of years with a sewing needle and a thimble of ink. Jen showed us around the school which was weird because everyone I know has developed a bitter cynicism towards architecture so it was nice to see all these idealistic students toiling away with great dedication, and to ridicule them. Then it was night and we were driving past a building that had a tremendous gout of water coming out of it! It was super great, I think a fire department connection had blown off so it was just a horizontal column of water blasting into the street, so I wheeled around and drove through it and it was the best ever, like being in a million car-washes at once and my little car was being knocked about and the windows were sheets of water so there was a crazy sub-aqueous quality to the light. Later on I told Jen about the green sea turtles, and about some other stuff too, and she told me some stuff also, some things of great depth and philosophical import.
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