Strange weekend. My kyla has been unexpectantly benign. I suppose I should be happy about that. So happy that it does not choke. Ufff. ...
Tomorrow I go to fabulous Fort Worth to visit my family. Moje rodina. It has been a long time. I wonder how much more alienated I shall feel during and afterwards. After the discussion with Chris today about his hopelessness, the whole idea of staying here for a lengthy time frightens me exceedingly. Everything here irritates me. Even the voices. That accent! Eructing words into ill-built phrases. Je odporny. ...
I have forgotten how absurd the culture of commercialism (the one that Michael found so unique and fascinating) is. ...
After not using the Dvorak keyboard (not out of choice, but out of necessity) for some time, I am entering these very enticing words by the means of the once abandoned keyboard layout. I am rather slow and clunky at it. I have lost my touch. ...
Does the bud or even the stalk of the plant still love its roots? I despise what gave birth to me. Botanical schizophrenia. My eyes still bleed those olden red notions, but the ink they become fades much too quickly. ...
The firm, barred back of this ancient, wooden chair bites into my back and I flash back to the dim yet burning sensations of my youth. I took a stroll today. Through the park in which the red, ufo of a carosel stood immobile in the dry, bitter wind. Where the chains of the swings jingled greetings to their old solitary friend as I passed. I circumnavigated the pit of a swimming pool, protected from molestation by ragged and crumbling chain-link fences. My feet kicked up dust along the shoulders of the old A...
In two days, i depart. Night train to Madrid. Flight to NYC. Then to Dallas, then Midland. It will be odd to be in the desert again. Speaking of deserts, this last weekend, i bussed to Barcelona. Wonderful El Paso-like landscapes on the way (in specific, through Aragón). Maybe I shall enjoy being in the desert again. I do not like Heineken at all. ...
Rain. No sign of its end. My Jesus on Mount Urgull is bleeding but the outcroppings have stolen the red of his blood. Now only salty rain. I am freezing in this cafe. Not another soul in sight. I could walk out without paying. Maybe I shall. Or maybe I will remain here until Sweet Entropy comes again to claim me. Four months without her is a long stretch. Has it been four months? Yes. Nearly five. In one week and two days, my current Spain adventure shall cease to be. I wonder what all my friends are doing...
After talking to my parents on Saturday night, I have decided, because of, for the most part (not withstanding my horrific guilt concerning the fact that i have not seen them in three years), my complete lack of funds at present, that I shall go to visit my parents for Xmas. Hopefully, I shall have the time and funds to see my wonderful friends who live within the same state (that means you, Tony). Speaking, parenthetically, of Tony, I hope that he reads this and realises that I have no guitar with me and t...
Listening to King Crimson... their new stuff. Mp3. Great. I suppose I love it. I should be happy with it, as it says. But I suppose I should speak about my weekend, which was as unfortunately placid as I might have predicted had I been utterly drunk during the whole of it. The highlight was Saturday night when we had demasiado comida at Eli's place. She fed us as if we were pigs reined for years in a slop house which enforced fasting. Tortilla con patatas y salad con granada. Also, we brought some self-conc...
Today is Friday. I have nothing to say. Well, I have the inclination to fill this white square with pointless blather, but I will resist. Something more important may occur later. Oh, one bit of news: I have not begun hitchiking to Prague yet. Jéééééé! ...
