Saturday, January 10th, 2009 | Author: Moody

Some days are just odd. A little too quiet, a little too disjointed. The sunlight comes in at the usual angle with its definable trigonometric relation to the here and now, but it feels like there is some sort of relativistic filter out there that’s skewing it, messing with my 2-brane, pulling my F-string. Random, persistent, vague aches in the body. Dry air. Cold toes with hot heels. Tingling fingers seeking keys out of step with the mind. Consciousness like energy in a vacuum.

I looked at the sky earlier and saw the dimmest mottling in its cool blue canopy. A bee flew across my observation, making a beeline. I smoked and felt my feet suffer the hard metal of the railing. I listened to the sound of the distant freeway like it was the soundtrack for that sky. I finished my cigarette and came inside. Shut the sliding glass door but then thought better of it and re-opened it, just closing the blinds instead. The darkness and stillness of the room felt comforting. The ringing in my left ear is the minimalist composition for the moment I turned and saw the made bed.

Now, back here, in my own bed, laptop in my lap, the freeway soundtrack and minimalist composition have blended. Friends and family are doing their thing. The planet is turning. The moon is invisibly looming. And I am ready to go do something, most anything, to relieve this oddness, to unburden myself of it. Food would be good; coffee no less considered an excellent repast in itself. Music. Reading. Itching scratching. Laughing. Lunatic. Lovely. See you at precisely 7:27 PST.

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N.B.: However romantic the notion, the moon is in no way responsible for my day or night. I don’t blame or congratulate the moon for anything. I do find it exciting, however, that tonight’s moon will be the largest full moon of 2009. December’s was so impressive. Whatever else it isn’t, the moon makes for a lovely sight. I hope you get the chance to enjoy it tonight. Find out more here about when the moon rises and sets, and what its phase is, where you live. We like the moon.

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  • Ha! Yeah... Well, Spongmonkeys are not for... nearly anyone, really. ;-)
  • aurumpotabile
    So glad I knew better than to click on that link! :P
  • Ah, welcome back Sarcozona... Long time, no see.

    I'm with you on that feeling. Except, maybe, for me, it feels almost as if whatever it is I am missing is something that I cannot get at. It's almost like I have some existential (or at least some sort of psychological) paralysis. If ghosts were, in fact, unfinished business (as Gabo suggests), then moments like these are when existence itself feels like a ghost.
  • On days like this I always wonder what I'm missing.
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