That quote comes from the new book I’m reading, which I read about on Meriko’s blog. So far it’s really, *really* good.
I took a few pictures while watching the sunset at Point Bonita yesterday. My favorite ones are below (click them to see a bigger version):
A boy and the sunset.
A girl and the ocean.
I’ll leave you with another passage from “The Confessions of Max Tivoli”:
I saw my old hand resting against her sleeve, desperate to tap a code of some kind to her. I saw how the moon had dropped into her cup of coffee. It struggled there like a moth. Then I saw her lean forward, her mouth in a silent kiss, and as she blew on the furrowed surface to cool it, I saw the moon explode.
I had several dreams last night that involved me watching myself singing and playing.. I could hear the music and words clearly. I’d wake up from each of the little dreams and think “wow.. that wasn’t bad. I should write that down.” Of course, I wrote none of them down, and now I can’t remember them. boo.
Recorded this yesterday afternoon: Experiment #2. Just fooling around, finger picking.
I have a strawberry seed stuck between my teeth. It’s making me very unhappy.
Just got back from Point Bonita (same place we went the other night). I have sand in my shoes.
Off to watch bands play.
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from last night or this morning
I walk into a friend’s bathroom and grab a kleenex. Blow my nose. As I’m wiping my nose I feel liquid moving inside it. Bloody nose, I think. Figures. My nose bleeds too easily.
I look into the mirror, and clear liquid — water I think — starts coming out of my right nostril. I lean over the sink just as it starts coming out of my left nostril as well.
I’m watching the two streams of water fall into the sink and start to feel an itch in the corners of my eyes. Drops start falling from the outside corners, then the inside corners.. the flow increases until it matches that from my nostrils. It’s an odd feeling. like crying almost, but it feels like it’s being pulled (or pushed) out of me. I’m face down to the sink now, watching all 6 trickles converge slightly as they fall away and splatter on the porcelain.
Someone walks up behind me. I don’t know them. They put their hand on the back of my head and start talking to me. It’s a normal sounding conversation, although I don’t know what they’re saying. They don’t seem at all disgusted or concerned with the water/tears streaming out of my face.
Eventually the flow stops. I turn on the faucet and splash water on my face. The person has left a towel to the right of the sink for me. I dry my face and look at it in the mirror. Looks completely normal. “What just happened?” I ask my reflection. I can see in the mirror that the person is already gone.
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my insomnia is back. we’ve picked up right where we left off. just 2 days back and it’s like the time between never happened.
maybe an hour last night.
3 hours night before last.
3 hours from realizing I was the happiest I’d been in a long time, maybe ever, to being scared and sad and frustrated. reality bites me again. gotta keep a better eye on it from now on. it’s crafty, and not at all kind.
