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I really do wish we had the technology to record our own thoughts. During the day I make all these little observations, but they are forgotten. Taking out my notebook isn't always viable. Say, when I'm driving, or standing on the subway.
The subway. I was on my way back into Queens this afternoon. I had my iPod on. I was standing; right hand keeping balance with one of the metal poles. The subway has a distinct smell: too many people in too small a space. Sweat. Breath. The smell of dirt and metal and garbage. The car was rocking, not gently. I was rocking gently back and forth to what was a perfect soundtrack: Something I Can Never Have by NIN, I'm not the only one asking by Mindy Smith, Ordinary Love by Sade...about halfway through the NIN song, I got to that point where I got kinda lost in the music. The musical and physical rhythm took over and I was gone for a moment...
I get lost in the bookstore, too. So many pages that I long to possess, bound and stacked high above my head. Full of stories I could never imagine on my own because there is too much in the world for one person to achieve. I handle more books than I can ever buy, and I buy more books than I can read. I wish it was still simple and I could spend days in a row reading book after book without any consequence for being absent from the functional world...
They were really pushing the Kerouac. Everything you've ever done becomes so much more important after you are gone.
Ah. A little something I remember from my drive up here. A lyric from a Bright Eyes song: "you say that I treat you like a book on a shelf./I don't take you out that often 'cause I know that I've completed you"
I'm tired but I don't want to sleep.
The subway. I was on my way back into Queens this afternoon. I had my iPod on. I was standing; right hand keeping balance with one of the metal poles. The subway has a distinct smell: too many people in too small a space. Sweat. Breath. The smell of dirt and metal and garbage. The car was rocking, not gently. I was rocking gently back and forth to what was a perfect soundtrack: Something I Can Never Have by NIN, I'm not the only one asking by Mindy Smith, Ordinary Love by Sade...about halfway through the NIN song, I got to that point where I got kinda lost in the music. The musical and physical rhythm took over and I was gone for a moment...
I get lost in the bookstore, too. So many pages that I long to possess, bound and stacked high above my head. Full of stories I could never imagine on my own because there is too much in the world for one person to achieve. I handle more books than I can ever buy, and I buy more books than I can read. I wish it was still simple and I could spend days in a row reading book after book without any consequence for being absent from the functional world...
They were really pushing the Kerouac. Everything you've ever done becomes so much more important after you are gone.
Ah. A little something I remember from my drive up here. A lyric from a Bright Eyes song: "you say that I treat you like a book on a shelf./I don't take you out that often 'cause I know that I've completed you"
I'm tired but I don't want to sleep.