Thursday September 8 2011

DREAM: I’m a part of a class that’s building these overhead signs above the entrance of street intersections. The signs have figures and arrows indicating which lanes end, or turn right only, or conjoin other lanes. And they’re carnival-esque. We already built one at Laskin and First Colonial (the north direction). The teacher is asking us our evaluation on how the sign helped cause she wants to build one in the south direction. I raise my hand.

“Yes, Robert.”

“I…uh…well, I’ll help build it and all but I don’t see the purpose. If anything it’s more of a distraction. There’s already signs on the median and signs attached to the stoplights. I mean, I drive these streets every day, like every fucking day. I know the rules of the road. Its just clutter. I don’t think it’s really necessary.”

Waking up just before 1 p.m.

Banana. Orange Juice. Figs.

Hot Yoga session…

The teacher quotes Don Miguel Ruiz as we lie on our backs…“You see, everything is about belief. Whatever we believe rules our existence, rules our life. The belief system we create is like a little box we put ourselves inside of; we cannot escape because we believe we cannot escape. That is our situation. Humans create their own boundaries, their own limitations. We say what is humanly possible, and what is not possible. Then just because we believe it, it becomes truth for us.”


Lunch: Egg Sandwich with Tomato and Mayonnaise. Blue and Yukon Gold Potato Chips.

Watching Heaven [2002].

Work at China Wok for a few hours.

Dinner: Tuna and Hearts of Palm with Rice. Summer Ale.

Earlier before work I finally broke down and decided to put up an ad on Craigslist to sell my mini van that’s just been sitting out on the street. I had hoped to fix it up and hold onto it but the repairs would’ve cost more than the value. So many people are calling and emailing about it, and all within the hour after I posted it. I settle with a guy who offers me $400. Anthony helps me unload the stuff out of the van…

Me: “God, it’s such a weird feeling. It’s like a season of loss for me. A lot’s happened in that van. And it’s been so many places…and now it’s just gone.”

Automobile Sentimentality.

That was the cutest conversation I’ve ever had with you…

Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

Piano. Beethoven.

Sleep 3:30 a.m.

1 comment:

tristan stewart said...

i dont know the history you had with your van, but i know how it is with trying to let go of things like that. sentimental value is the only real value sometimes.

i lost a camera a few months ago. it had all my pictures from 2007 through july. i wasnt too thrilled about it, that camera has seen some of the best times of my life you know. but the way i see it, at least i had something to lose.

think about it.