Saturday, August 20, 2011

Nothin

I should post. Forcing myself to write is better than not writing at all. But all I have to say will not fit here and my fingers wouldn't be able to keep up with my brain.

I do want to say that friends do not ask you to leave their basement when they know you don't have a place to go, when they know you just went looking for an apartment and didn't find anything worthwhile, when they know the decision rests on the status of a job, when they're not tight on space, when they could save money by letting you stay. Friends wouldn't do that. 

I don't think I am staying with friends.

Beyond that, I don't want to put the effort into saying anything else. 

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

existential quandary

Young and full of running
tell me where is that taking me
just a great figure eight
or a tiny infinity?

Did you know the symbol for infinity is a sideways figure eight?


{Lyrics: Edge of Desire by John Mayer}