Contractions
#Metaphor
A: You know, besides studying, our lives are kind of like an infant’s.
V: Yeah, if you don’t count studying, all we do is eat and sleep.
J: That’s true. And sometimes I cry.
L: Yeah and when finals actually start, I’ll be crapping in my pants.
#Bright and Early
I am currently listening to “Listening to Astrud” by Julie Plug (which I realize sets up one of those ridiculous recursions that I’ve been obsessed with lately….)
So it took me a while to realize what the problem was. I have been holding on too tightly to life lately, when what I needed to do was let it go a little. Life has been like a stubborn, big dog on a leash who just has to run as fast as she can, dragging you along behind her.
It’s about 9:15 a.m., which is an unnatural hour for me to be even semi-lucid. I have the fear that while what I’m typing seems quite comprehensible right now, in three hours when my brain actually kicks into gear, I’ll look at this and exclaim “What the…!?”
But all I really needed was a little music. A quick scan of my collection reveals that most of the music I have was created in 1997 and 1998. A snapshot of the acute pre-millenium. (The playlist has advanced to “All My Life” by K-Ci and Jo-Jo, reminding me of my second trip to New York….) Oh, there are bright spots of light on the radio here and there, but for some reason these days do not seem like days to make fond memories of.
Creativity is at a standstill.
But we need not delve into the depths of my seasonal affective disorder. Nothing that a little MAOI can’t fix, I suppose.
That is, I suppose, all for now.