Resonance
I'm currently reading a book by Chuck Klosterman. The book is Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story. So I'm reading along and I get to the following passage.
In my mind, I am in three different beds with three different women, and Diane is having unmatchable sex with a faceless stranger who does not exist. In reality, I am alone in the dark, afraid to make a phone call to a woman who is probably asleep.
I can still hear the rain, but I want it to be louder. I want it to keep me awake.
It's never rainy enough.
Obviously Diana doesn't exist for me but she does represent a person I've had that thought about as well as the others. I can remember wishing it would rain and if it was raining, I wished it would rain harder. Like Chuck says.. It's never rainy enough. I don't know what it is about rain but it always seems fairly cleansing when it comes.
The teaching gig is going well. I enjoy it and the students, even though they can be a handful sometimes, are really good kids.
In my mind, I am in three different beds with three different women, and Diane is having unmatchable sex with a faceless stranger who does not exist. In reality, I am alone in the dark, afraid to make a phone call to a woman who is probably asleep.
I can still hear the rain, but I want it to be louder. I want it to keep me awake.
It's never rainy enough.
Obviously Diana doesn't exist for me but she does represent a person I've had that thought about as well as the others. I can remember wishing it would rain and if it was raining, I wished it would rain harder. Like Chuck says.. It's never rainy enough. I don't know what it is about rain but it always seems fairly cleansing when it comes.
The teaching gig is going well. I enjoy it and the students, even though they can be a handful sometimes, are really good kids.