time to return.

For some reason i feel like laying out on top of a large, warm rock slab today and just basking in the sun. (For those that know me: i understand that this seems like a strange inclination.)
Saw a shaft of light hitting a bit of rock somewhere today, and instantly my inner self became a lizard; wishing for rough skin against rough stone, seeping in and soaking up the warmth, the stillness.

i'm sick of the shoes that keep our feet from the earth. i'm sick of the gloves and manners that keep our hands and fingers from trees, from food. i'm sick of the sunglasses that shade our eyes from the light. i'm sick of living in a cave. i'm sick of feeling hermetically sealed. i want my skin to touch bark, to dip into streams, to caress a stone: aching to grab a tree dusty trunk, retrieve a cold, slick river rock from the glassy current, run my fingers through the dry grasses, and lay supine on one of the rocks bursting out everywhere from beneath the crust of this great orb.

i'm tired of chairs, tired of wires, tired of vertical blinds and mirrors. Weary of telephones, plastic bags, remote controls, and all-in-one printer/copier/scanners. Sick of batteries, vacuums, and junk mail flyers for cable tv.

Wishing i could devolve, or reincarnate; a return to something more primitive.

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In other news: there's finally a new Joanna Newsom album! Determined to find the CD, i only allowed myself to listen to the first two tracks, but they sounded wonderful. Very Kate Bushian; fuckin' solid, as the kids are saying these days.

Wondering when the hell i'm figure out what to do with the rest of my life. Studying etymology? Fighting against honor killings? Decorating cakes? For fuck's sake, what gives with the decision-making section of my brain? Permanently stagnated?

Here's a somewhat fitting song for y'alls. Can't get it out of my head today.



...Well, i'm off to darn some socks and eat sugar snap peas. Remember: i waste time better than you. Deal with it.