night-wakeful cycles
��������� �����all day, a lyric from jason mraz in my head, from "the boy's gone" - [what will happen to a face in the crowd when it finally gets too crowded? and what will happen to the origins of sound after all the sounds have sounded? well, i hope i never have to see that day - but by god, i know it's headed our way so i better be happy now]a day of sleeping late and waking up at 4pm, realizing you've missed the sun. and so, ashamed, you creep out of your bed, low-backed and eyes cast down in hopes that you won't be spotted. the blinds are down. no one else is around. you fell asleep without your shirt on because you did weird routines of odd calisthenics before you slept. crunches and push-ups left you exhausted and you crawled into bed as the sun was pulling itself above the horizon. "brokedown palace" with claire danes and kate beckinsale had just concluded.
and then. visiting with jason and casey and asa. jason / casey take off for chicago, and i spent some time with asa, discussing video games and movies, to wit, i borrow the second harry potter and come watch that. out the window, in the deepening, mild night, kate law, lindsey higgins, and mea are all unpacking a car. who's moving in! i call out the window. eventually they all enter the fastness of my room - travis has gone home to new hampshire for the weekend, as i hear from lindsey, who knows him - and we spend some fun time together. laughter and flirtation. i have a line of eight mountain dew cans against the wall, on the dormant heater. i don't know why, much. to remind me that i need to ration myself? more talk with asa after they'd left, about movies and such. and his unfair work schedule. he's lent me "dangerous liaisons" with glenn close, which i will watch soon.
bagel. cream cheese spread with the reverse end of a plastic spoon because i have no knives. the food i have consists of four boxes of mac and cheese, two cans of italian herb broth, a box of saltines, a bag of bagels, a box of frosted shredded wheat, a half jar of pizza sauce, a dozen eggs, milk, orange juice, a bottle of store brand dr. pepper, two cans of mountain dew, and a thing of cream cheese, and some ramen. oh, and a bottle of tabasco sauce. and a half loaf of garlic bread.
"odd selection," peter comments. i microwave the bagel for too long. it's a little tough to tear into, but ultimately satisfying. theorizing today. anthony went home for a few days. the space seems very silent. a shower earlier, jeans, a white tshirt. rubbing the back of my head and glancing out the window at the kids running around outside for the all-state chorus thing that's going on here. maybe it's music. i don't know.
i'd post more lyrics in here from jason mraz's "the remedy" right now, but they're pointless unless you can hear the music. [i won't worry my life away] - so go download it. or buy the album. or something. this man is amazing. i can safely say that this music has helped me through quite a lot. arrogant of me. but i like it. pandersome, and trite. but [shrug] - i don't care.
nocturne for an insomniac. i want to make a movie. script ideas are blocked right now. but it will happen. filmed on the slopes of robie hill and the vast emptiness of freshman lot at sundown. driving up route 25 toward sebago at dusk. movie will be made. silhouettes and casual voices.