6/3/26
My father and his partner got into town Saturday morning and dropped by work before the end of my shift. Showed off some David Tudor plucked at random and the transparent scores for Cage’s Variations. “I discovered this stuff in my late teens and that’s why I can’t read music.” Yoko Ono, heavy sandwiches, Hollywood queens, quips, crypts, cryptids. The weather was cool and sunny. A. sez he can always tell I’m relaxed when I begin making up stories about animals. The rat hotel in the palm tree. The seal that howls at the moon.
Cancelled the meeting w/ HR and muted former boss’s texts on the advice of my dad’s partner, who worked in HR until Friday. Either side might try to get info from me in case of lawsuit, so it’s best to document everything but keep it to myself unless/until it gets any weirder. Is there anything more pathetic than someone trying to exert authority they no longer have? I pray I’ll always be able to resist that level of vanity, but I wouldn’t put it past me.

















