it's squinty weather, light wet snow is flying fast, although none of it is sticking. it's winter's last gasp, his last spittle, trying to make us cover our heads and lower our eyes in that posture of devotion we've kept for so many months. there's an irreverent joy to being outside without a hood or a hat, to disrespecting that angry god of montreal's winter, now finally melting, wilting into so much mud.
i love the phrase "acrobatic loyalties." brilliant.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogwksftPfa8 is a terrific, subtle song
i finally filled up that red notebook!
the light coming through my curtain has an eery glow, like a shower curtain behind which you expect to find something gruesome, or a silent portal to the afterlife, still and terrifying. which is kind of like what a dead person in a bath tub would be, also.
i will now eat a peanut butter sandwich.
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