Far From Grime, Far From Rushing People
I feel uncannily drained as of now, though I didn't get much sleep this is uncharacteristic. Ian and Don were here for a bit seemingly on and off throughout the day. I mixed down all of the recordings from Saturday... now I just have to overdub a bunch of synthesizers and keyboard parts, that'll take a good chunk out of tomorrow and Thursday evening most likely, though I hope finish the majority of it tomorrow, and then get to work on the packaging.
Ian no longer lives in Garwood, such a thing is a bit weird and beyond my comprehension at this point. Time.....
I need to pick up my last paycheck tomorrow too. Noonish. Then around 230 I need to take a trip to the DMV... I also need to pick out a soup recipe to cook tomorrow so I can go out and buy ingredients sometime during the day. Lots of emails and phone calls to make too.
The Solstice doesn't feel like it is next week, nor does it even remotely feel like Xmas. This is the first time I believe I can say this.... though my house now does smell like pine trees, I can't help but feel somewhat less excited about.
I dreamt of going to the mountains last night, I should do this before January, and visit Jumboland for sure. The extreme cold and stillness of the air makes everything heavy with an inert sense of loneliness. Right now I would like to be perched above a heavily forested valley with a clear sky above in the extreme early hours of the morning, manipulating the sprawling landscape with soundwaves.
The warmth of the fetal position beckons.
Ian no longer lives in Garwood, such a thing is a bit weird and beyond my comprehension at this point. Time.....
I need to pick up my last paycheck tomorrow too. Noonish. Then around 230 I need to take a trip to the DMV... I also need to pick out a soup recipe to cook tomorrow so I can go out and buy ingredients sometime during the day. Lots of emails and phone calls to make too.
The Solstice doesn't feel like it is next week, nor does it even remotely feel like Xmas. This is the first time I believe I can say this.... though my house now does smell like pine trees, I can't help but feel somewhat less excited about.
I dreamt of going to the mountains last night, I should do this before January, and visit Jumboland for sure. The extreme cold and stillness of the air makes everything heavy with an inert sense of loneliness. Right now I would like to be perched above a heavily forested valley with a clear sky above in the extreme early hours of the morning, manipulating the sprawling landscape with soundwaves.
The warmth of the fetal position beckons.