06 — Francesca
06 — Francesca
I’m drinking a beer called Cereal Killer. It’s a stout, really malty, not very hoppy. I’m not a massive fan of bitter beer, it always taste like Agbo to me. I’m out and it’s nice. I’ve had a pretty social day. It’s funny — not ha-ha funny but just funny like nothing is set in stone, let life flow — because I felt quite lonely yesterday, and today I’ve had company since I left my flat at around one thirty-ish.
I had the day off work.
(I don’t hate my day job. I’m committed to speaking goodness into my life, it just feels hard sometimes. Whining and entertaining fantasies about flinging myself out of the window, in lieu of dealing with the deal, seems so much easier. To be real though, the job is a stepping-stone to some very important goals of mine. It also pays the rent, so I’m grateful. I’ll leave it at that…still the clients keep taking all kinds of liberties, looking to engage well beyond the requirements of my job description. I’m learning to toe the line between humility and a proper sense of self worth.)
I slept in. I slept heavy, dreamt well, woke up without a kink in my neck, at well after ten AM. My flat is tiny, so if anything is messy, then everything is messy. And if everything is messy, then I can’t. So I spent the morning cleaning up, had an entire pot of passion flower tea with mint, lime, and honey, showered, wore a shiny sweater, and put lip-gloss on. It always feels like a bit of an event when there’s lip-gloss in the mix.
I met up with my former therapist/ current friend (enough time has passed so its not weird), we mostly talked about going salsa dancing, and my feelings about the most recent person I’ve been making eyes at. Afterwards I ran into a friend of a friend; we had ice-cream together and ended up talking till dinner time — fish tacos and a flat bread thing with caramelized onions, and olives. All sorts of deliciousness. We really connected, it was dope.
I’m at this place Lion and Bright, it’s a café by day, bar by night. I’m here with this really chill girl Amanda. She’s reading a poetry book and looking generally adorable. There are these gorgeous large-scale paintings of wild animals all over the walls of the café; our mutual friend Alex painted them (He’s a truly extraordinary person, I photographed him a while ago for my portfolio). There are candles on the tables, the lights are dim, and the music is mellow.
I feel pretty good, not tired yet, but looking forward to sleeping hard.
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Francesca | Writer, photographer, and art maker. Mostly just trying to have a good time, take dope photos, and write stories that make you feel things. | Twitter: @fekwuyasi | Web: ekwuyasi.com