we’re on vacation in the state of my university; it’s my mom, my mom’s friend (no identity), and me. we’re eating at a restaurant with a chinese owner, but it’s not chinese food. my mom and her friend hit it off with the owner and chat a lot, and at the end instead of a fortune cookie she bring a tennis racket, two tennis balls, two disposable cameras, and some other stuff. my mom talks a lot about how this is what good business looks like, all personal and whatnot.
I think about going swimming in the ocean, and suddenly somehow I’m transported via mind to the ocean (but not really, but it doesn’t even matter), and I’m watching all these people sell the ocean to me, dancing around in it and posing.