what have you done to try and force yourself into a disparate plane of
your awareness?
what would that shift in mindset do to you? for me
lately
it is a matter of how much brian eno is going to permanently affect or
disfigure my mental wallpaper.
or how irrelevant 75% of my conversations with people about cell
phones and the weather and the current
president and the terrible construction on “ldskfls” highway are. or
whether i am prepared to susbsist on only raw
materials if society broke down tomorrow thanks to a mixup at the ok
corral between my president and
some dude in syria.
it is an intense focus on things that lose focus thanks to a
pscychotically frenetic pace of life that people contend with.
i say that not as judgement but as fact.
what can you do? you must drink. you must smoke. you must dance. you
must read. you must converse. all things that slow the intangible flow
of time. time that is constantly being yanked out of your hand.
its not that dramatic actually. you arent harassed for letting your
time waste. but i have managed to make it into a real spectre to contend
with so good on me.
i want to make that more clear so often. i feel it should be the
gravest of insults:
you fucker, you devoured an hour of my time!
i think most people would recoil at you fucker. people dont seem to see
the forest for the trees.
i want to go live in a forest for a weekend.
not stupid camping with thirty people at a gross KOA or a state park
with drunken students that wear dumb necklaces
and flip flops with all of their clothing. i hate lax.
i mean a forest adjacent to the beach. right off of orbetello, italy.
at san giglio.
i would buy a brick of cheese and a loaf of bread a bottle of wine and a
new pair of sunglasses.
if im lucky i will just eat and look good and make out with someone and
then jump into the atlantic shelf
to cool off.
it would be momentous. like my sleep tonite will be.