hungry
Even though yesterday is technically over and tomorrow has already started, I still feel like until I fall asleep this day isn't over* and I can still make a last ditch effort to salvage something worthwhile. Originally making a pizza and having a few beers seemed sufficient. But the best thing about being a victim of circumstance is that you can ride that wave of fatalism to wonderful places you may never have been otherwise. Anyway, I forgot about my pizza a long time ago and only a smoke alarm proved to be enough to temporarily loosen the grip my mind had on ideas it discovered like a pen behind my ear for 24 years:
"To envision us approaching and pounding on this door, increasingly hard, pounding and pounding, not just wanting admission but needing it; we don't know what it is but we can feel it, this total desperation to enter, pounding and ramming and kicking. That, finally, the door opens... and it opens outward-- we've been inside what we wanted all along. Das ist komisch."
*"Today" is never actually over but really, after all, time is as relative and arbitrary a means of measurement as anything else. A day on Venus is longer than a year.
"To envision us approaching and pounding on this door, increasingly hard, pounding and pounding, not just wanting admission but needing it; we don't know what it is but we can feel it, this total desperation to enter, pounding and ramming and kicking. That, finally, the door opens... and it opens outward-- we've been inside what we wanted all along. Das ist komisch."
*"Today" is never actually over but really, after all, time is as relative and arbitrary a means of measurement as anything else. A day on Venus is longer than a year.