2004-07-28 - 1:17 p.m.
Random Randomness
There are a lot of things I’d like to say, but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to write the things I should. These days I’ve been listening to Dock Boggs (especially Coal Creek March; Oh, Death; and Prodigal Son), Felt’s “Forever Breathes the Lonely Word,” a comp of good, old REM stuff, and just today, I found a bootleg of a Lou Reed, John Cale, and Nico concert that someone gave me. I haven’t listened to it since Winter. Still sounds the same. I can remember what I was doing then. It was cold, daytime skies were gray, evening skies were purple, there was life.
I think I need some time away. I know what I should be doing, yet I just keep thinking about what I should be doing and not doing those things. Procrastination. What would it be like to fit in a walnut shell and see the things I want to see? To use the shell as a sort of vessel?
So, I’m sitting here in a sort of haze. Daze. Blech. Whatever. Summer’s almost gone. I really don’t think it ever arrived. Lately I have to stop myself from sharpening my colored pencils. They don’t need sharpening, and those that do, I tend to over sharpen. I think it has something to do with the colors. What would it be like to live inside those colors? To get into a walnut shell and travel through a colored pencil box land where everything I wanted to draw and paint appeared exactly how I wanted it to?
I should just stop now. Life is waiting outside this refrigerator. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. One thing I’m sure of, lunch is waiting...somewhere.
