I’m sitting here trying to think of a theme for this post but I don’t want to. I’m just going to write what I’m thinking about and spitball.
I just watched a video of Linda Perhacs and I think she is the most interesting person ever. Her album, Parallelograms, is so beautiful. When I heard her speak about the making and inspiration behind the album I felt like I wanted to have a conversation with her really bad. Her lyrics scratch my brain-
“you’ve been called a hero
you’ve been called to bed
you’ve been to be damned
But we’ll shake your hand
You’re like a paper mountain man”
-Paper Mountain Man By Linda Perhacs
I woke up at 7am this morning naturally. This is strange for me. This is why I am in bed at 9:43pm and have been tucked in it since 8pm.
My laptop time has been lying to me lately. It’ll be 2:43 and it’ll say it’s 2:02, it’s the oddest thing. I would get it if it was an hour or two ahead because that just means it’s confused. I’m having a thought that this defiantly means something-
Maybe the universe is trying to tell me that I need to slow down or speed up. Probably speed up. Definitely speed up. Not speed up as in make time go faster but as in speed up what I want to make or do or see.
I was thinking on my drive from Newport Beach yesterday that it’s a funny thing that we are always confined by days of the week. There will never be a day that isn’t a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday or Sunday. Today is Tuesday but I want it to be Thursday.
My car got an oil change today and I think that’s like a haircut for humans. my car felt perky and precise like it was reborn.
My notes app at July 22 at 12:51 pm:
I want to soften your fears when Mondays turn to a Tuesday Monday's over it's Tuesday now
A poem I’m about to write right now at 9:52 pm:
Monday and Tuesday Missing a seven day stretch The loving of a second chance The cold of a night once warm in July Moving with the miscalculation of our time Turning on the couch, leaving early Will the day never come Tapestry, threading fabrics, call it mine Further and further at a dine Sat with a beer, change of a dime So you'll leave to a Monday morning Mondays turn Monday's over, it's Tuesday now.
I want what I think to be right in front of my face. I hate when an idea dies out, looses its spark. Some people can just make things.