but here we go into the sun

Krista yesterday said that the morning with her friends had left her feeling the same as how you feel after eating a really nutritious meal. i feel like that more and more, i feel like we are learning something important. although there are noticeable sore absences.

my day has been fairly great. i met up with Sal, had great conversations, briefed the library, read J. S. Harry poetry, listened to this mixtape i bought off two girls in newcastle...

"barrow face mix" tracklist:
A
1. weezer - say it ain't so
2. robert johnson - terraplane blues
3. split enz - one step ahead
4. here we go magic - only pieces
5. the walkmen - hang on siobhan
6. talking heads - psycho killer
7. department of eagles - no one does it like you

B
1. kitty, daisy and lewis - buggin blues
2. edward sharp and the magnetic zeros - home
3. beirut - prenzlauerberg
4. the beach boys - sloop john b
5. the supremes - baby love
6. beyonce - sweet dreams
7. janelle monae - tightrope
8. fallen angels - bad woman
9. robert johnston - when you got a good friend
10. sufjan stevens - happy birthday

then i wrote some stories in the park, and a love letter to all women:

i am crazy about kissing,
because her smile,
inches from mine,
is everywhere.

sat in the sun. visited my grandparents, watched a show on the abc about white people. right now i am listening to Circulatory System, reading this. this is so My Thing it's ridiculous.

"As the term "matrix" means "womb" in Greek, the metaverse in postmodem
cyberpunk fiction is inherently related to creation myths. If "new technologies," as
Marshal McLuhan says, "amputate as much as they amplify," postmodem science fiction
writers use anthropomorphic creation mNths to reunite those dismembered limbs of the
natural body, the human's instinctive transpersonal subconscious."

in related news, i've rediscovered The Internet.