scylla

"In a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse."

When I was in high-school and obsessed with such things, I wrote that on my hand every day for a while because it made a lot of sense. Thanks. Eliot. It's a phrase that filters into what I'm thinking. An emotional cache through which I can regress (see, it's funny because of the juxtaposition between emotion and technology). I mean, Prufrock probably gets most of his life lived undernearth that assumption too... it's the crux of the poem.

Yesterday entailed sitting around playing board games, becoming increasingly aware of sweet social hierarchies, mad drinking and heaps of charcoal. Of course, it's always more fun when I don't have to pay for the art..

Jesus, I'm starving. Rah. Food.

...and I lost my wallet. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. No more alcohol for me. Waiting until four today to call the bar again... please sir, do you have my identity? This reminds me of Flow My Tears. I'm inching towards living a PKD story! JAH!

edit to add: shit. shitty shit!

another edit:
ca*thar*sis. That was the longest saddest cry for the widest range of things that I have had in a long time.