I’m getting tired of airports, but at least I’m back in a temperature range where it isn’t life threateningly cold outside.
My mind has been going through the ringer lately. I hate this time of year so much. Hopefully, new work soon.
But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the wash-stand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor. Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing.
I’ve been reading The Great Gatsby over and over and over. I remember liking it in high school because of how fucked all the people were, and now I find myself drawn and identifying with Gatsby and that God damned green light on the dock. Ten years sure can change things.
Happy 2009.
Yeah. What’s up now. My dad doesn’t have running water, and so consider that for awhile. Supposed to be -50 by Friday.
