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[siffil]

so the fucking flight was painfull, 4 layovers before finally getting here, but before that there was the bus ride and then after that there was another bus ride. i was able to sleep through most of it but i have a farily significant pain in my upper back from the position i was in. the only good thing about the light was i got the chance to stock

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book.. book. sand..? yip--

[tinpan_alley]

"what stands out to me the most here is the lack of color, its all tan... the sky is tan the ground is tan the buildings are tan... not even differnt shades of tan... just tan... i think if a person was here long enough you could actually forget what colors are."

That part made me wonder how Mike May would react to such an environment. Color was the first thing he could discern upon regaining his sight, and one of the few things he could consistently identify during various tests... I wonder, how he'd feel about such a colorless place. And moreover, I wonder specifically what objects in those surroundings he'd be able to actually see, and distinguish from other objects within that vicinity... if any. I figure it'd be quite difficult, but I'm not really that familiar with the mechanics of the human eye.. so.. I dunno.

However, I think it's safe to assume he'd definitely hate that place.
The way he hated the fat lady. Once he'd realized she was in fact not a forklift.

It's nearly 5am and I'm rambling about blind people in your livejournal.

For such a confusing and tiring journey, ya did a good job describing the experience... I mean, the stream-of-consciousness kinda way it's written certainly depicts a muddled sense of things... I'm being a dork.

I imagine the whole surreal aura of all this will wear off, at least somewhat, once you move over to Camp Bucca & are settled into some type of routine there. Then again, perhaps not. Ya just can't picture certain things actually happening in your life. Even when they're presently happening. And it always feels like it happened to someone else. Or it's some bizarre dream. Or.. uh.. someone else's bizarre dream that you for some reason have full access to. Or something.

Anyway. Take care. Hope you get some decent rest at some point soon, kiddo.

ps- If you find that you're in dire need of some color, I can always ship over your painfully vibrant lime-green pants.

Re: book.. book. sand..? yip--

[looktothestars]

if both of you two let me know if there is some sort of way to reach you ( probally not easy) I would appreciate it.

[tinpan_alley]

Well. I can't really speak for Dave. As far as I know, his cell phone service won't be up there, & he won't have a mailing address for a couple weeks at least. I'm sure he'll give that out to everyone as soon as he gets it, though. But hey, LJ/AIM/e-mail kinda work.

...and HEY!!!! I'll be in Dracut tomorrow afternoon. I'll be there til the end of June, and perhaps a week or so into July.
Perhaps we can meet up over the weekend.