thes tife

stretching muscles, stretching strings.

listening, weakling, dead as dreams.

dreams were not remembered last night. night before they were only me at work, mundane and wasted. simple. each successive night brings confusion at the night post unconscious. the science of sleep is playing a lot on [insert actual nap here] hbo now, so i just watched the end of it again. it put me to a lovely sleep, a nap, where i didn't follow the movie, which made it more like a dream, more like the aim of the movie. i awoke from the nap to my mother calling about pictures, and then i just thought while half asleep (meaning not pessimism but optimism, rather) of myriad friends of old, past girlfriends and the encompassing feelings of fallings. i can't explain that feeling, nor should i be able to, the feeling of loving. i remembered for a second of the movie i watched yesterday, of where the wild things are. it was very beautiful and uneasy yet calming. i daydreamed, spaced out, almost slept but didn't, for about 30-40 minutes. that state is a very interesting and important state to be in. very fleeting. i thought a lot about the actual act of 'sex', where it's been for me, the weight of it from a child-like eye.

the sociology of sound: day one. i say the phrase aloud: "nightmares occur while people drive cars." tell me what that means to you, the actual auditory sounds of it.