July 31st, 2003
I like girls in boat-neck shirts and the smell of new rubber.
Half asleep on the train I was doing some deep thinking…familiarity is just a series of slate grey cellophane layers formed over something that you once thought was exciting, beautiful and new. We don’t think about it, but if you make an effort, half-between a dream and cognitive thought you can peel those layers off, and put yourself back in a state of wonder and electric contentment…only with a tinge of wisdom and experience in the back of your mind, like a sleeping cat or a dark cloud over a mountain on the horizon. This kind of gentle mental rejuvenation is something I’ll have to explore further…
