in the afternoon i dreamt that i had thick, dark tattoos in bands around both arms. i woke up to a fair bit of rain.
by 3:30 i was sitting on the steps in the foyer of the apartment, with the door to the street wide open. i was looking out at the cars driving by on the wet road when i was coming up for air, reeling from oscar and lucinda (this is just the thing i need now, with its fear-of-the-sea & its glass & its faith+love). the foyer of the apartment smells like a school. maybe it is the paint they use.
i was waiting in the foyer for alice my take-no-shit boss to pull up so that we could drive out to licking county to talk to some people about abortion. the drive east out of the city is still a thrill to me, the change from grey over flat: to grey over trees. this lovely vertiginous face like a cliff, covered in green growing things, when we came into granville: it just sat there, dead-ending the road.
(the drive back inversely depressing. how everything is suddenly flat & you have not noticed it changing until it has changed.)
�we've finished off the half-peck of peaches. tomorrow when i come home from work the kitchen will not smell like any kind of fruit at all. but what we have to show for it is an upside-down cake cooked in the skillet (want the recipe?). it is cooling for us now while we listen to the otherworldly CDs bean made for her friends.
then we will eat it & then we will go to bed. wake up in the morning & start over. like always.
�denn du tr�umst mich, ich dich
ich tr�um' dich, du mich
WIR TR�UMEN UNS BEIDER WACH
....:::.einst�rzende neubauten.::.
