New Orleans, 16 March 2026  New Orleans Alligators

You fly to New Orleans, hoping to see alligators, and end up with a headache.

It seems you can also fly to New Orleans. The plane draws a triangle. I fly up one side of the triangle and down the other. I think, the alligators are swimming down there. I hope I will see them this time. I look at my phone. Spanish Key is playing.

I wear sunglasses and walk through Spanish streets. In New Orleans, the cemeteries are above ground. No steamboats swim in the Mississippi River anymore. Café du Monde is too crowded. This feels familiar.
I read in a church. The church is large. The microphone misbehaves and the air conditioning runs at full force. Then we have a drink. That feels familiar too.

I have lost nothing, yet I get a headache. Nothing is searched for and nothing is found. Still, my stomach protests. For lunch I eat nothing at all. In the park, the president on his horse is still standing. I buy a coffee and now I have a headache and heavy legs.

Dinner is delivered. I like the olives. I look at a man, though my eyes have little to do with it, I mean he appears in my mind. The man has a name starting with K or C. The man wears white pants and cowboy boots. I think he also wears a white shirt. I miss a checkered man. I miss the memory and the red rocks. Gigantic rocks that look like elephants.

I want to return. I try to comfort myself. Sanctuary is playing. The cloud cover is very thick and a fast wind is blowing. I wear sunglasses and drop the hood over my head. How was it? I search for nothing and find nothing. I will probably never see the alligators of New Orleans.