'til the shadows and the lights were one

2002-06-28 [ 03:11 am ]
It's really late, and everyone on my contact list has long since gone into bed (or remained in hibernation). I am just waiting for my bed sheets to dry since I spontaneously decided that they needed to be laundered at around 12:30 this morning...

If anything, I am wanting to fantasize about my room looking how Jane's Addiction's opus "Three Days" sounds. That's a wonderful summer song, evoking memories not only of candlelight and fresh sheets, but of the sea, the skies, and a world becoming curiously distorted.

The photo above is actually Kim's attempt at taking a close up of a snake some weeks ago. I'm kind of glad this is what turned out, it is pleasingly more interesting.

These days I am just tired and tt is oh so quiet in Hometown here, to the point that a Janis Ian concert might break out. All I want to do is deposit my paycheques and go running. (Which isn't to say I am yet financially secure, or physically fit... but on the way to those immediate goals, someday, somewhere...)

I've had a myriad of interesting conversations today. One of which, I wish I could have immortalized somehow, but I am afraid it shall someday be discarded in a Glad bag stuffed with similar conversations.

I am afraid of aging, being pulled in opposing directions by horses; one horse to the bar, the other to buy a minivan, or something. I am not so much approaching aging as if I am bound to a log in a sawmill, rather, I am afraid of leaving something (or somebody) behind. I am afraid of forgetting coffee, conversations, and fresh sheets.

Whoops, I think the dryer is done... fabric washed free of the stains of time, naive and blind, just waiting to be soiled again.

There. That last sentence fulfills my Diaryland satire for the month of June.

(note- the new Tragically Hip song is easily their best since "Grace, Too". Sorry, a Hip reference is how this site is celebrating Canada Day. No more, no less. I. Am. Canadian!)

photo by: kim