"A Little More Than He Would Dare to Try"
Oh, right. That's why I needed to get my iPod fixed -- so I can listen to Neutral Milk Hotel while walking through Times Square at night, in the snow, bawling my eyes out in front of tourists.
Thinking about mildew on caulk. Beautiful, clean, pristine tiles. But then: brown lines, practically bubbling with the wrong kind of life. Thinking about scratching it off. With my finger nails. Getting it under my skin. Getting it off.
Thinking about my life and its distractions -- how the distractions become the life. Having to remind myself, daily, of what I'm actually doing, what I'm actually accomplishing, what I'm actually creating. Trying to look ahead. Thinking about neck braces. Wrist braces. Thinking about all kinds of braces and clamps and mnemonic devices. Signs: STOP, YIELD, THIS WAY, DETOUR, CHILDREN. Reminders.
Stopped by the office today. Sat on the couch. Max reminded me that love is a good thing. Oh, right.
Lately, I can see love itself, undulating in the air like a blob in a lava lamp. Come back here. Protrude this way. Grow, please.
Love (I mean it.)
Dan
Thinking about mildew on caulk. Beautiful, clean, pristine tiles. But then: brown lines, practically bubbling with the wrong kind of life. Thinking about scratching it off. With my finger nails. Getting it under my skin. Getting it off.
Thinking about my life and its distractions -- how the distractions become the life. Having to remind myself, daily, of what I'm actually doing, what I'm actually accomplishing, what I'm actually creating. Trying to look ahead. Thinking about neck braces. Wrist braces. Thinking about all kinds of braces and clamps and mnemonic devices. Signs: STOP, YIELD, THIS WAY, DETOUR, CHILDREN. Reminders.
Stopped by the office today. Sat on the couch. Max reminded me that love is a good thing. Oh, right.
Lately, I can see love itself, undulating in the air like a blob in a lava lamp. Come back here. Protrude this way. Grow, please.
Love (I mean it.)
Dan



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