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right now i should be already dressed & on my way to do errands for work, but i just want to finish my coffee in peace. it's been a bizarre week. it seems like march flew by, and my responsibilities are piling up. i finished reading "The Watchmen" last night, which means that next I will ACTUALLY be reading some poetry - maurice manning's "a companion for owls," "the heart's traffic" by ching-in chen (lent to me by terrance) and some matthea harvey, although i know that i'm not a big fan of her already. but want to read her to figure out.. why i just dont' really like her.
I had very strange filmic dreams last night, heavily influenced by Slumdog MIllionaire. These two young indian kids were in love, and they had planned to meet secretly in a swamp where there was an old temple. they found each other & danced around in what looked like pure joy & total freedom. the focus zeroed in on the boy who was dancing, & the vision got slow. then there was like, this cut back to a few moments prior, & i saw the girl tripping, falling down the steps, hitting her head, falling further. then saw the boy panicking, wanting to move her & seeing her refuse because of the pain, seeing him telling her he was going to get help & running off in wild tears. but even then, it was clear she would be dead when he returned with some people from the village. because there was something strange about the boy that made people not like him, or fear him. maybe he was deaf? or a little crazy? not sure. but then i had this variety of endings playing out, overlapping over one another. one involved the boy covering the girl with mud, & covering himself with mud then lying down next to her, then the camera-vision swooped out overhead in a perspective that implied they were both returning to the earth, to be a part of the whole.
i don't know. very strange... must get ready for work. cross your fingers for me. this week is going to be crazy busy!
I had very strange filmic dreams last night, heavily influenced by Slumdog MIllionaire. These two young indian kids were in love, and they had planned to meet secretly in a swamp where there was an old temple. they found each other & danced around in what looked like pure joy & total freedom. the focus zeroed in on the boy who was dancing, & the vision got slow. then there was like, this cut back to a few moments prior, & i saw the girl tripping, falling down the steps, hitting her head, falling further. then saw the boy panicking, wanting to move her & seeing her refuse because of the pain, seeing him telling her he was going to get help & running off in wild tears. but even then, it was clear she would be dead when he returned with some people from the village. because there was something strange about the boy that made people not like him, or fear him. maybe he was deaf? or a little crazy? not sure. but then i had this variety of endings playing out, overlapping over one another. one involved the boy covering the girl with mud, & covering himself with mud then lying down next to her, then the camera-vision swooped out overhead in a perspective that implied they were both returning to the earth, to be a part of the whole.
i don't know. very strange... must get ready for work. cross your fingers for me. this week is going to be crazy busy!