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.

cubs are losing in the 7th

this is an email to dani, subject of "life", body as follows:

"i think i've spent the last many years thinking i know what sex is, and what communication is, and i really don't. thanks for understanding. i texted kathy (woman who traded me for the this american life ticket) and said thanks for the offer, but i'm now watching it on tv, and i was with friends. she responded with:

"Hey, no problem! i tried everyone i could think of. turned out that my prom date's little brother & his friends...i went to prom in 1991. Ha!"

due to the lack of cohesion and punctuation, i assume she's as drunk as i am. at least. but i got the point, right? funny connection, though. you are sweet to say what you said. quenchers on friday? xo,

matt"

quotes within quotes get lost in translation.