Friday, August 1, 2008

Stigmata, Wigfur

1. Anna has a little fox in her purse and Ronnie is feeding it honey. The fox yawns and somehow my hand is inside its mouth when it closes. I am bleeding from a puncture wound in the center of my palm, but it doesn't hurt at all.

2. My job is to identify fake hair (wigs, eyelashes, mustaches, etc.) in a group of people who are eating lunch on a terrace. I notice that a boy is wearing false eyelashes and a girl has a hair weave. I relay all of this information to a wigged lady who fills out a form and then stamps it three times.