[aqua dementia]
right. saturday. five in the evening. um... good morning. it is my love. to sleep during the blasting rays of sun out here. and to sleep to the blasting sounds of sunn blackONE that i just bought. sex. actually it's beautiful. at around five and six in the morning the wind is so intense. i spent last night writing. i wrote a ten page letter to someone who once wrote a four word letter. i've got a couple things to mail out anyway. so... half of my life is sitting in an antiquated appartment right now and the other half is sitting in the mountains. every time i try to fall asleep there is a persistant pounding to the west. i wish this was more of a symbolism thing, than just plain facts right now. of course there's symbolism in it... because there's also a constant vibrating from the west when i am sleeping, but the true physicallity of the pounding is what keeps me up until the sun creeps over the hills and trough my poor excuse of a window. what is the purpose of an eight foot by ten foot window in a bedroom? expensive curtians? please. tell me.
- posted by angela @ 7:11 PM