Here in Cincy, it’s been a rainy day. My sister was dropped off at the airport to visit my other sister currently at some Vermont college who knows some folks that went to Bennington college, the same one that Donna Tartt wrote about as “Hampden college” in The Secret History. She says all the people she knows who go there are very annoying. I’ve been playing only child for the past couple hours, and so tonight, after some tasty pho that my parents called spicy despite the fact it wasn’t really that spicy, I went to go do some indoor minigolf with my dad at a place light up with blacklights. The orange golf ball and the blue golf ball glowed in the black lights and left a colorful trail in the air when hit in a way reminding me of that one Yayayi bootleg album cover, also reminding me I could’ve listened to Unknown Album and it would’ve fit the vibe as much as the album I actually was listening to- Christtt’s Deep Dark Trench. This album’s incredibly surreal and I find it impressive how many different vibes and weird absurdist dreamscapes it can switch between in the course of one song- fitting for this dreamy minigolf place. At some point, I found an extra club and proceeded to play the game with one hand, albeit badly. An experience.