I woke up to the sun's little photon waves wiggling past the cells and fibers in my body, touching my soul with a warm breath. I woke up hearing music in my head. Sound and light bouncing around inside. Micro-wave-form interactions. That life-tone magic shit.
氣旋 (2016)
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"Even the darkness will not be dark to you, the night will shine like the day to you, for the darkness is as light to you." Psalm 139:12
I had a beer with Dylan and ate fries and it was a year since I've seen him last and it was like hitting unpause on a movie and I love that
I played with Aiya at Jordan and Morgan's apartment and her eyes are blue and twinkle and she looks at me real confused like and I think my face back is the same
my spirit is full and my heart is happy
Today, at 12:00AM:
Reality began with a lover's kiss on the roof of your apartment on Varennes Street,
surrounded by the cheers of fellow drunken roof-dwellers scattered across the city skyline.
Spinning in circles
Spinning in circles
A bottle of red
Three burnt creme brulees
Dropped phone through the cracks
Learning about the third-alarm rule
Ate a quiet and beautiful meal at an Italian restaurant
Identified fearlessness
Nothing is impossible
I love you
Confirmed that reality can be greater than expectations
Found dusty purple love-tinted eucalyptus leaves
Sat on steps overlooking SF
Sweet incense at St. Mary's
To be continued
Reality > Expectations
(list goes here)
Flour
Gushers
Heavy Cream
Cabernet
What a life
I sat in a glass and metal box enveloped in carbon-filled breath and drew little eggy clockwise circles onto my friend's bare shoulder as we exhaled our thoughts into the air and watched them swim about over the waves.
I drove to the ocean and circled back around, up the coast, through the Presidio, with windows down, and 42 degree salted air pouring into my lungs and skirting across my unblinking eyes while I warmed my fingertips against the AC. I listened to underwater luminant melodies, songs swirled from slow-motion silver molasses mixtures that bend the llight-rays and vectors into two degree smiles. The last time I took this route was when the foreign man from Italy was here. I drove him to the ocean on this road heading in the other direction. Today I drove the reverse - straight down the other side and it felt like I was opening my mind and eating all of the past and tucking it back into my soul's pockets. To retrace one's steps. To open the mind's banks and flood oneself with distant hazy Lo-Fi memories. What is pilgrimage?