endymion stopped dreaming?
��������� �����a random day. spring creeping through the thick vines of winter ever more resolutely today.warm temperatures, mark in his leather jacket, me without a jacket, girls just going around with shirts (ha! i wish.) and such. work accumulating and the night waxes onwards.
this entry is largely boring. i don't have a lot to say. something about america going to war. but all that's been said. i feel like america has become a place of revilement. i've heard it said in some distinguished article somewhere that bush is the "worst president in the history of the united states" -
"i wish i'd lived in the jazz age," i said earlier. "dripping rain. i doubt anything was even in colour back then. this day and age just feels like a conglomeration of everything that happened before ... but then, i suppose everything feels like that until you look back at it. like the eighties. when were leg-warmers ever a good idea?"
stuff like that. and random trips to old orchard beach in the fog. horror movie nostalgia and boarded-up amusement parks. dim clown faces ungarish and un-neon. the ocean, invisible beyond a slight dune in the sand. not even the sound. the pier disintegrating into the whiteness.
the circuit begins again, a crazy re-awakening. high spirits and plans in effect. the seasons affect me so sharply.
i think i'll move to california.