Home at last

Feb 02, 2005 14:03

Well, now that I got one of these crazy fabled LiveJournal contraptions, I'm going to put it to work for me. Sob my heart out into the fathomless unknown of the internet, and display my most person secrets and doubts for strangers to argue over and advise me on. That's why they made LJ, i guess.

Well, anyway, I rolled into town yesterday around noon and stepped off the bus after a 26 hour haul from Arizona. Paula was there waiting for me. She packed my bags into the car and dropped me off at my apartment. It's a cozy little hovel along Ridgecrest Blvd., one of those illiterate low-income dilapidated tenements with broken-down rusting cars out back and dumpsters overflowing with stinking diapers, fast food wrappers, and empty beer cans. Last night I had trouble sleeping because the neighbors were having some kind of heated battle. Through the muffled screaming and strident yelling and smashing dinner plates I could hardly hear a baby crying pitifully, a whining high-pitch tone underlying the fracas. Thats how I feel these days, sort of like a high-frequency scream; taut, pervading, permanently strung-out and unnoticed, burried beneath the overwhelming clamor of the world.

So here I am, down in little ol' Ridgecrest, California, lost and forgotten and wistling onward into the unknown future.

Work starts tomorrow, so I'm going to settle into my humble abode, straightened up and then shop for groceries and maybe pick up a cup o' Joe at the local Starbucks.

*sigh*

And a quote to conclude:

I live in my own place
have never copied nobody even half,
and at any master who lacks the grace
to laugh at himself - I laugh.

- inscribed over the door to Friedrich Nietzsche's house
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