just talked to andinh on the phone, who was chatting with lili on the internet at the same time, and i was telling him that i feel like we're back in berkeley, at andinh's old apartment, and we're all eating mackarel and tomato sauce out of a can, chilling on a couch that stretches from hong kong to california, with new york in the middle, and i guess the atlantic ocean is a coke stain, and we're watching a television shaped like the sky, and maybe these clouds are a godard film, the one with the coffee shop, with the small time thieves dancing...