day five

you are alone when you wake up.
and if you could explain that dream you could surely capture hearts and things. For it was a succinct and closed narrative system of events and notions. It was closed as those ring things, or potter.
at the end there were beautiful photographs, and they made people cry and they mattered. So i suppose i can take that from them.

i took many things out of a vehicle and brought them inside the space i pay for. Eventually i made a lunch egg, and then began to read.

The book is called The Road, and it won The Pulitzer prize. it is bad. Although there is that thing where you cannot stop because you want badly to fit the world together. You dont want to be in the world though, only to know how it works. So you make that sort of sacrifice, to poison yourself with the words of McCarthy in exchange for his world design plans.
Bad idea.

When your other comes home from work the sun is in a good position, and you can sit across from each other in the yellow light, and have that window open and enjoy the breeze.

later you are underwater, and reminded how much you like the contrast between the black night and the under-lit blue waters of large swimming pools, and how when you swim you float and fly, and explore notions of buoyancy.

Go get your bike from that other place.

discover a new mode of salad.

contradict decidedly vegetarian agendas, with pasta.

recognize that Research is the new history.