[i]
My room mate Emily keeps opening and shutting the door to our room. I wake up every time. She’s only getting ready for work and organizing things. But it’s annoying when my dreams keep getting jarred. I finally decide to get out of bed at 1:27pm.
My dream: It’s raining at night. I’m trying to find a place I can read a book out loud. There’re people standing underneath a gas station roof waiting for the rain to stop. I walk over hoping I can read my book. A guy decides it would be a good idea to check out this industrial air vent built into a hill right next to the gas station. All of sudden the vent turns on and sucks the air in pulling the guy inside it. There’s a lot of dust. I warned him beforehand that it could be dangerous. I look in through the big vent and see him lying there holding onto something. He starts crawling to the opening.
Breakfast: Hot Oat Bran Cereal with Cinnamon and Blueberries, Orange Juice, Zinc and Vitamin E.
A little grocery shopping.
Lunch: Egg Salad Sandwich with Tomatoes, Salt and Vinegar Chips, and a Banana.
Work at China Wok.
I watch The Portrait of a Lady [1996] while eating the leftover Sinigang Rice Dish.
NBA Jam with Art: 0-2
I organize my music and record a dream of Emily’s.
Chocolate Chip Cookies and Milk.
I learn a little Russian.
Reading some of Notebooks of a Naked Youth, I notice a similar mood when I read Beautiful Losers by Leonard Cohen. Both narrators being self-loathing and explicit, not afraid to express the dark side of their nature. There are a lot of noteworthy jewels in both books that I cherish. One of them from Notebooks…“The important thing is not to blush; to be funny and not to show any weakness; to keep our emotions hidden to our chests like a hand of cards. Then you might at least have a chance at winning, and might be able to truly smash the other fellow before he stands and is ready to fight. Which, of course, is only fair, right, and proper.”
No comments:
Post a Comment