Adventures En El Autobús

Today I am going to start a new series recording the experiences one can have on public transportation. Today's first story: Lady next to me smells so badly of perfume that I want to puke. But I guess if you have to smell of something, perfume is one of your better options. Even so, no one that was dressed like this lady should have to smell of anything.

See? I told you this would be exciting. Stay tuned for more adventures en el autobús.

shadows and games

everyone looks beautiful in their shadow. looks long, looks thin, has perfect posture, looks like you in their shadow. walks up behind me to surprise me, to tap me on my shoulder and say surprise! i came back to you. but the light plays tricks on everyone's shadow. you don't stop, and it's not even you, but the actors are revealed when they pass by, not even thinking about the perfection that they had achieved in their shadow. but lucky for them (and for me), everyone looks like you in their shadow.

Vacation, All I Ever Wanted

Once upon a time,

And a very fine time it was,

There was a girl and her friend who dug for clams, watched bald eagles, rode on ferries, traversed high bridges, almost died at high tide, ate blackberries and fish-n-chips until they wanted to puke, sang along to Fisherman's Blues, and strolled Pike Place market,
And they were happy.

I can't...see... what I think anymore because... for think...it.

I've been learning a lot about control lately and thinking a little bit about love (though not really learning too much about it). Here's the dilemma: how do you love without wanting to control? Seems to me first comes the love, then comes the insecurity, then comes the need to control everything so that those big, insecure-monsters don't bite too hard. Adam loved Eve so he named her, thus giving him control (I don't actually have a Bible to confirm this sequence of events, but that's the gist), Sethe loved her kids so she cut her daughter's throat with a hand saw so that she could keep her safe. The only way I can figure it out is that you can't let your love get too thick or too close. You have to keep your distance. Strategy? Stratosphere. Distance. Yes.

Either that or you have to be completely secure.

So here's the question: Is it easier to build a great big fortress out of yourself, or fly yourself to the moon?

While Contemplating M-----------

You won't let anyone else do that to you, and yet you do it to yourself everyday. Why? It's safer that way I think. It's safe until you're dead. But "For a good life, we just might have to weaken." Well, you're drunk now but there's nobody here and you're weak now but there's nobody here. And where does that leave you? Drunk on the green of the eighteenth hole. In fragments. Sentence fragments. Fragments of thought. Fragments of glass on the inside of your leg. Legs crossed wearing a bright red skirt, getting longer by the minute. "The National Security Strategy of the United States of America" in 34 pages. Certainly I can do better than that. "The future was a matter of keeping the past at bay." As simple as that. Look how much paper I saved.

Strategy? Stratosphere. Yes, maybe this was the way it was meant to be.

Brokeback