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some of the time, it is okay to have a script.
i flew to northern british columbia on tuesday. i have seen four of the most amazing sunsets that i remember. consecutively. i am driving back to the hotel from work during each of these, going blind and reveling in the skies.
i will be temporary picturesque minimalism. the script goes: tim horton's drive-thru at 5:45AM, work at 6:20AM, turbine all of the day long, sunset drive 7:05PM, shower 7:30PM, dinner 8:00PM, choice of ipod internet book guitar or camera 9:00PM, bed 10:00PM.
it is an acceptable zentastic method of approaching the impending identity crises. i am needing to get things sorted. i do not seem to be intended for greatness, romance, fatherhood, friendship, religion, brilliance or much of anything else. i am only breathing everyone else's air. i should have arrived at a destination by now, or set sights on a destiny, but i have not. i am bereft of all destins. if i cannot demonstrate my manifestance, then i should be burning it.
i am sort of very tired of myself, lately.
i do not often see clouds like these.
maybe there will also be northern lights. i have never seen very distinct northern lights. northern lights are particles from the sun, glancing off of the earth's magnetic field. or something. it is supposed to be green and diffuse, and wobbly, just like me.



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