over under, far away and whatever

2002-05-01 [ 01:07 am ]
I was going to spend a long time playing around with editing this photo. At least an hour. But no. No dice. Not even a four-sided. Not even a Game Of Life disc-wheel. Not even a broken one.

I spent the day in London today, hauling stuff into the place where I will be living soon. Sigh... I should be there now. I have given myself some sort of self-imposed non-nirvana limbo. And I even think that I have said this before. Every thought in my mind seems familiar.

I want to change. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot... Got to take off, and leave, or something. All last week all I really could think about (well, not ALL) was how cool it could be if I could fly. I mean, humans, we do everything to travel through the air, but it is just not natural. (moreover, it has opened the doors to new heights of terrorism and warfare.)

I want to get away, though. Up, up, up or down, turnaround. Somewhere. I don't mean this literally, of course. I can't afford a water damaged Polytel/K-Tel cassette featuring Jennifer Warnes and Kim Carnes, let alone a train ticket the hell out of here.

Sigh... here I go again. I interrupt this seemingly retro-yet-not-yet-ironic entry and offer you what you all likely came to see: Talking plywood.

photo by: kam2k