I hate flies. I begrudgingly allow them their place in the ecosphere and reassert my appreciation for spiders. And rolled up towels of doom. I only mention this because I’m looking around for a towel of doom right now, not having any spiders handy.
I love fog. It’s like snow but without the shoveling. The city is muted and space is both infinite and intimate. You take the long way home just so you can see everything you see every day but differently. Differently…. When you see a street in the rear view mirror does it look more interesting to you than the view over your shoulder? Reflections always look more interesting to me than the reality. I have no idea what that says about me.
It’s the week of Halloween (an informative and, as far as I can tell, accurate read). The spirits are restless and a full lunar eclipse is nicely timed. Daily existence is just a little surreal. Maybe it’s the transitory state of my life at the moment but everything feels… permeable. As though if you kicked a wall just the right way you’d find a secret passage. If I was a writer of astrological forecasts I would say now is the perfect time to craft yourself a new path. Reality seems rife with possibility.
Jason and I were just talking about this on the way home from work today… how life seems permeable. There are significant points that we have focussed on as goals to arrive at, but the current of life seems to be blurring us to them. Rather than carefully picking our footing we just wind up at points (days) we have in our head as signifigant- from Survivor night to Halloween.
I feel definately in a transitory phase right now. Guess what I’m saying is I know whatcha mean mr. DJ!
-G