"And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it."
I've upped my amount of thesis reading to a-whole-hell-of-a-lot per day. While I read, I frequently listen to Philip Glass because A) I can listen to his music and still concentrate on reading, B) Philip Glass and Richard Serra (the guy I'm reading about) are friends and have made art together, and C) it gives me full-body chills. Seriously, the music moves me.
So today, I was sitting outside on the FSM cafe patio, reading and listening to Mr. Glass (performed by the Kronos Quartet), and this little bug starts flying around in circles right in front of me. This is the weird part. I swear it seemed like the bug was flying in tune with the music. It was going back in forth, in time. It was dancing to the music that I was listening to with headphones.
I felt like Ricky Fitts from American Beauty. The bug was my plastic bag.
So today, I was sitting outside on the FSM cafe patio, reading and listening to Mr. Glass (performed by the Kronos Quartet), and this little bug starts flying around in circles right in front of me. This is the weird part. I swear it seemed like the bug was flying in tune with the music. It was going back in forth, in time. It was dancing to the music that I was listening to with headphones.
I felt like Ricky Fitts from American Beauty. The bug was my plastic bag.