Mostly Drunk Musings

3/19

Church bells don't alert anyone to anything important, except for the time. Six o'clock. Let's settle down now for an evening's worth of the same. Familiarity, to some extent, is evil. Moderation as well. The stepping & stopping of standing around, staring in the sun. Here, the bells last. Everything tiny is significant. Even the sun is personal. The same radio stations play the same songs but the stereo is never reprimanded for such an act. Nor is it turned off. Things are replaced when they fall apart, and only then. Don't ask "What are you doing?" - you already know. Welcome home.

3/23

It is important that every is as close to intentional as possible.

"Someone will stay with you until you are well enough to be on your way, or you are in good hands. You will not be left alone."
-Subway advert re: sick on the subway

3/27 - politely inebriated in greenpoint.

Je n'ai pas du probleme mais ou est ma vie?
Where is my life? Is this really what I have become? Polski Bridge sitter, drunk as usual. Why can't I ever leave my body the way I want to? There you are again, Empire State Everything. Is this really where I will live and die? I'm stuck in English again, I'm a slave to my native tongue and it's Too Bad. Give me something harder--let's get me out of my body, do it for real this time, I need to think down a seperate stream of consciousness. Why am I stuck inside when everything real is outward. Acknowledge that what has happened is the truth & the full truth. This is nothing but real. Yes this is the past but it is only a fraction of the future

remembering & forgetting constantly