I couldn’t sleep last night because I had many thoughts on my mind. Every half hour I would wake with a feeling that time had traveled backward and I was slowly slipping into a parallel universe. I realize that these next few months hold high with responsibility and in a glimpse will pass by.
The predicted weather for tomorrow looks promising.
How about you and I find a tree to lay underneath and read…
A letter to a friend:
Never drink hot tea with sleeping pills. I barely woke up, beyond tired, standing still beneath shower water. I was bouncing between dream and reality as I brushed my teeth. Tying my shoes was difficult for me. But now, as I write, I am finally aware of my surroundings. Good morning.
My left nostril doesn’t work. I wonder why. I was elbowed in the face once.
Two years ago I bought an old typewriter from a family somewhere east behind hills hiding. I forced myself to type whatever I could remember of my dreams. As soon as my eyes opened, my fingers were hard hitting keys, letters that would sometimes work, the ribbon of ink ripped, my computer paper thin. When holding the journal up to the light, one could see through the holes made by the metal pounding letters that punched through my recycled paper. It was difficult to chase the phrased fragments of my unconscious. I would forget moments, memories… My dreams were never stable, they were fluid, translucent.
I wrote every morning, setting my alarm to sound minutes before waking… January first through the first week of February… And then I was tired. I stopped. It was my goal to type every morning for a year – but I couldn’t. I gave up.
A year had passed. It was late December. I challenged myself to start this typewriter project once again. On the morning of the first the cycle would spin. I would be chasing my dreams again. This last until early February.
I have now realized that this trying exercise works well within the restraint of a month. I plan to continue typing every January. This collection of words was loosely titled “With My Eyes Closed”… But we’ll see what happens next January.
I have also started another project. I began taking photos of clouds while concluding my “and this was my happy ending” novella… And have continued this obsession. I have shot over 200 polaroids of the sky… I am not sure where this will take me… Repeating the same thing over and over expecting a different outcome.
Time to plan a road trip.
