soph

i often imagine myself getting hit by a car. not like in an "i'm scared of that" way (although the way i cross streets, maybe it should be), more like "that must be a really bizarre and incredible feeling." the shock of the impact, always unexpected; flying through the air in a way that humans were not made to do, that part must be exhilarating in a twisted-loss-of-time moment; the sick thud of hitting the ground, the way in which unbelievable pain warps time and shudders all around you, how you don't feel it for a while and then you can't believe it when you do... seeing your bones twisted into grossly un-angular (un-ossular?) shapes... I'm fascinated. have you seen that movie "crash?" not the new completely unrelated one, the JG Ballard one with james spader & patricia arquette. it's sick and awesome.
other news: he hasn't called yet.
more: i'm going back east next tuesday. shit how time does fly when you're never sober.
and still more: the half-marathon is on sunday! think of me around noon, that's when i'll be finishing.