the Blair Witch Project in 801 bytes

This was written during the time I lived on the street in Tokyo. A Japanese transvestite I knew also reviewed films and invited me to join her to an opening one afternoon . We sat in the front row, arriving late. With me were two things. Ana and Foucault's Pendulum. I had no idea of the movie. Hadn't even heard of it. Remember, I was living on the street.

As we sat waiting I wrote this piece. Quite a warning, huh? Ana way awares of owl.