What the shit! What. The. Shit. 5.15AM and a Brooklyn firetruck is driving down wide-ass 4th Ave towards the Brooklyn Tower of HSBC I believe it is, and making full use of the horns. What the shit. I can't sleep that well these days, I got to bed early sometimes and then wake up all cockeyed at some WhatTheShit hour.
My feet have sharp callouses and there is a war on in my shoes. The agents of aging for a young man's feet who tends to run and if walk, walk competitively even when there is no place to hurry to. I guess that's the result of being constantly tormented by people who are shit-free just freaking SLOW!
Ceux qui ont apparié notre vie à un songe ont eu de la raison...Nous veillons dormants et veillants dormons. -Montaigne
Intro
O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays
Their last upon mine anguish gaze!
Beside this desk, at dead of night,
Oft have I watched to hail thy light:
Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,
With soothing power, thy radiance stole!
In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,
Freely, some mountain height sublime,
Round mountain caves with spirits ride,
In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,
And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew
My spirit, in thy healing dew!
Goethe: Faust I.
Wednesday, January 30, 2002
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