Le blah

[shuggah]

A high wind pushes the jet-exhaust trails in the sky making them scroll like a real-life parallax. The world looks like it's toppling over on its side. I almost feel like doing something. Every possible action feels like too much trouble, though, so I just sit and stare at things. The computer, the fractal poster on the wall, the amps, the random junk, the sky. Progressive trance streams from some faraway place and I almost wax poetic about it all. In my current state it would probably amount to just incoherent and lazy mumbling, so I restrain myself. In a way I feel peaceful. There is something different in this day.

The lunar eclipse last night was oddly beautiful.