I slept in past a rainstorm. I got out of bed and felt motivated. I took out the recycling. 20 boxes of Totino's. I felt like Dad's apartment. Outside is very different than here. It can be much more beautiful; it's more extreme. I thought that a person born when we moved in here is now three and a half years old, learning to read and write I guess. I saw an older blonde woman walking the opposite way thru the parking lot, carrying a laundry basket. I wondered what she thought and if it was like my thoughts and what might we talk about and how she feels about the weather, if she appreciates nature. I thought this cloudy cool post rain air is better than sunny and 90 degrees. I wondered why I like this weather so much. It feels like I am living in a movie that I love a lot. I think of Cold Weather, which was pretty good, but I think of it because it has the word weather in it. I think of Mind the Gap and the its characters living in the woods. A lot of other movies... Station Agent. I think of school and going to competitions at other schools and the excitement and adventure of exploration and displacement, lack of control and somehow more freedom. Also, it feels like helping Mom in her school library early in the morning in spring, everything is ending...
Forever is too long; I have been asleep since then.
I never want to wake up, but I did, but I did.
A white knight slurps gumdrop soup in morning.
The brown skin of a parakeet is soothing but alarming.
As a what, with a collar.
Who's a but, in a cable car.
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