Friday, May 07, 2010
realized i misread my niece's itinerary, and so i had time to run before miss aimee brought her cousin here from the airport. trying to do what t. horn suggested and listen to the music of everyday life more. with fresh eyes, every day is an explosion of light, color, and sound, to a degree i didn't fully comprehend as a consciousness-expanded snotnose (it's not the drugs, it's _life_, stupid). running the uphills on avenue de lafayette, saw more kids bagging school, and realized that when i was following the "bad influences" in my life, it wasn't in them that the "influence" resided, but in me. don't blow it, boys.