03 July 2007 Tuesday
we
We can, we should, we will.
The eyes see things that are, the mind sees things that are, that were and that that could be.
St. Joseph’s baby aspirin, Bartles and Jaymes, and you
— or your memory.
I meant it all and every part
and every word right from the start,
I’ll never let this love fall in the middle
Through it all.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
I’m trying to learn to run.
I’m hoping I’ll learn to like it if I get good at it.
"just concentrate on your breathing."
But I'll get distracted.
"That's fine. You'll get distracted and forget. But then you'll remember, 'hey, I was concentrating on my breathing' and you'll get back to it. That's what discipline is. ..."
too much stuff
trim.. keep and treasure essentials…
memory keeps most
time time time
anticipation/expectation/dread
hope.
I don’t feel much like being productive today, but I have been/am. I’m getting my work done despite myself, playing with six different highlighter colors on pages before they hit the computer.. Josh Ritter’s been playing in my headphones past few hours.. it’s almost been a fun morning.
I’ve not really been remembering my dreams when I wake, but I’ve been having pretty realistic dreams, in line with —but not equal to— my current reality.
I remember them only at various points in the day when something reminds me that there was an alternate reality in my dream that would have made a current real scene different/untrue. And then, I can’t be sure the dream was from the immediately preceding night; it could well be from a night over the weekend or last week.
I think this dream is from last night, though: