a dream about bleachers.
all these weird dreams last night that i can’t really order yet. test tubes full of little mice-like creatures, genderless until you threw them into a bigger test tube in groups of two and waited until they copulated, then separated them again and moved onto the next two. there were three of us set with the task, but i got bored halfway through and started to forget which ones i’d mixed yet, which ones i hadn’t gotten to..
then a football or soccer field and a set of bleachers that i climbed straight to the top, and in some complicated flip move that i wouldn’t be able to execute in real life, i catupulted over them and into an alternate reality: from the top of bleachers to hanging on the outside of a building, hundreds of feet above the city street.
they were always trying to catch me in that world, and sometimes they got pretty close, but i ran fast and was a better climber than they were, and i always managed to escape. i stole camera equipment from the attic of that building, but it was all stuff that didn’t make sense. a 72mm UV lens protector that would have fit a lens i borrowed for awhile and then had to give back. a broken tripod. a shutter button or a frame advance lever.
woke up to a text from one of my closest friends asking about drinking beer in the shower and i only half read it before deciding i wasn’t done yet, went back to sleep to go searching for the lens to fit the filter..
10am
but all the seats are pointing the other way.
“What way is this train going?” an old man.
“I dunno!” a young girl.
They discuss for a moment. This way, that way. They can’t agree on anything.
“Well,” I finally say, pointing, “if it went that way, we would crash into Grand Central Station and kill everybody inside.”
A long pause.
“What? I’m just saying.”
2pm
woke up this morning started making coffee remembered “today’s the day” and reached over to grab my phone and had four messages from four of my favorite people and the second half of harry potter to watch on itunes and all day with nothing to do and the only place to go is somewhere that will wait for me until whenever i am ready.
in a month and a half i’ll turn twenty-five and we’ll have a “new year” and i’ll get rid of a lot of things i haven’t yet been able to get rid of. and hopefully some better things will take their places.
10am
come back and make the world work again/
fuck i love this dude.
Via Fuck Yeah Jim Sturgess
7pm
Niggah, I got lots to do today and I gots a funny text from my papa.
—my roommate gives her impression of my blog.
6pm
almost.
a cab ride home after a long day and a longer nite and i was just far enough away to not want to walk home at three in the morning but just close enough to warrant a raised eyebrow from the driver, who’s wondering “what’s the point..” as he’s nodding and telling me “sure, sure. that’s fine, that’s fine.”
then i said “here’s fine” and he pulled over and i paid with a card and left him a good tip, said goodnite and tried to leave but found the door wouldn’t budge so i said “it won’t open” and he said “hold on” and did something with the locks and then had me try again.
but it still wouldn’t open and that faraway hint of panic crept up from the very bottom of my stomach, that curse of an overactive imagination, and suddenly i was bound and gagged and dead somewhere shoved at the bottom of some dumpster.
so i slid over to the other side and that door worked, no problem, and i thanked him for the fifth time, like thanking him could save my life, and i had problems with the keys at the front door and took the steps two at a time.
2am
