In-class exercise

Sitting:

Cheap mechanical pencils, sarcasm, orange.

Orange, orange, orange, orange.

Orange.

I can hear the lecturer mumbling.

Oh gosh, I wish I had cooler, deeper thoughts.

Everyone’s’ outfits suit their personalities.

How do I track time?

For me, time is reassuring.

I get anxiety without a watch, just check my wrist tan.

Damnit Metoine, now I want to write a love poem too!

Steps, doors, pencils, keys.

The lighting in here makes the shadows constant and consistant.

After examining this basement, I feel confident it is up to code.

If I make sounds would other people observe it, would they record it in their log?

Ten minutes is a long time.

One person walking through over-takes all of the other sounds and actions in the room.

Pencils, erasers, paper turning, shoes.

Why are the trash and recycling bins so far apart… it’s like they’re making it hard for me to be a good person.

Another person.

This is like a more invasive diary.

I still can’t get (another person) over that putrid orange.

Eye contact.

Done.

Walking:

Trying to stay inside as much as possible.

Retrace my steps.

SO cold outside.

Back inside.

I’ll just go inside rooms.

Why are so many doors locked?

Mint, maze, damp smell.

Ten minutes was much faster.