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I have been in Boston for a week. Now, I am listening to The Dirty Three and just had a glass of white wine and I'm not sure what to do with myself, as I resolved not to watch a movie again tonight. It's humid and my tank top is wet from the sudden downpour on the way to the train yard with Sarah. I'm a tired now and a movie would be perfect except for the guilt. I guess it would be perfect because it would give me something to feel, and right now I'm so tired I'm numb, and that can be depressing.
The black fan on the desk shelf shakes its head at me consistently, and i roll around in my wheel chair on the wooden floor consistently, and itch my leg sporadically, and listen for the sporadic thunder.
Today I was sitting by the river and reading and all these little green inch worms kept falling down on me. Once I turned the page and there was one waiting for me. I would lay my finger down for them, and they would crawl around on my skin for a while, occasionally lifting their head up as they were confused and were trying to find a recognizable landmark. And once I put two of them down on the same stick but they just crawled around each other, barely touching. Earlier while I was sitting, back against a tree, two wet dogs came trotting up and one shook right next to me, covering me in minuscule droplets.
It just started raining harder and I looked out the window and there were flashes of bright bluepurple sky and waiting for the rumble and I need to go examine this closer/turn the numbness into calmness.
The black fan on the desk shelf shakes its head at me consistently, and i roll around in my wheel chair on the wooden floor consistently, and itch my leg sporadically, and listen for the sporadic thunder.
Today I was sitting by the river and reading and all these little green inch worms kept falling down on me. Once I turned the page and there was one waiting for me. I would lay my finger down for them, and they would crawl around on my skin for a while, occasionally lifting their head up as they were confused and were trying to find a recognizable landmark. And once I put two of them down on the same stick but they just crawled around each other, barely touching. Earlier while I was sitting, back against a tree, two wet dogs came trotting up and one shook right next to me, covering me in minuscule droplets.
It just started raining harder and I looked out the window and there were flashes of bright bluepurple sky and waiting for the rumble and I need to go examine this closer/turn the numbness into calmness.