January 29th, 2010
Kind of Blue
Menthol cigarettes, chianti reserva, Miles Davis and sandalwood.
Sometimes life slows down, whether you really want it to or not. Maybe because you need it to. Maybe because that’s all you can take.
I rode my bicycle home, slowly, and took a shower. I rinsed out the cans in the sink and put on an undershirt. I slouched down into the sofa and got my deal handed to me straight by a Chinese girl. I’m attractive between my forehead and my mouth. I’m quiet.
I sat down at my desk and thought about modality, I sat down at my desk and thought about ego.
Why don’t I get a girlfriend? I cook sometimes, with spices. In China big televisions are cheap, but in Japan life is good. Work is good, the city is good. Lots of things are good.
The scales are blue and in a ten-measure cycle. My life is blue and in some kind of cycle.
Life is kind of blue.
