running fast, long, and hard on the hamster wheel. watching the world spin.
i got lost for a few seconds tonight while i strummed a few notes on the guitar that hasn't sang in a while. i whispered a few words into someone's sleepy dream. and for a few seconds i felt that i was really communicating something. no matter if the audience had been asleep, or the notes were off kilter. but the reality of what i wanted to say was how it came out. quite rare, considering i maintain a constant struggle to validate abstract thoughts and feelings into jumbled words, pixelated images, random knickknacks that never really answer the questions posed by my mind's imagery. but for a few seconds tonight, i found my own footing. and quite apt, that half of it was shared in a dream..
had a little early spring cleaning going on the past few weekends. lots more work to do, especially with my spurts of compulsive cleaning, followed by bouts of reckless abandon..
caught up on sleep last night, but went a bit too far. 12 hours in the bunker has me sporting a nasty headache. like how another shot is the cure for your hangover, i think another catnap is in the works.
quiapo, philippines. 2007.
i met a middle-aged couple at the airline lounge before i left manila, and had an interesting conversation about our backgrounds, and a little insight about their 25-year old son. the guy was dating a russian hottie, and from the mom's perspective, wasn't really a good idea because of how the sitation played out - they met randomly in california while she was traveling with a bunch of other friends. the girls came with no money, no plans, and no intentions. and hence comes the couple's son, where from the mom's perspective he has the achilles heel of falling in love too fast and spends too much money on his ladies. spending all his money with no career path in sight, and trying to pursue the dream of a musician's slumber in the heart of california. i didn't really explain well, but i figured on reassuring the couple that it's only a matter of time before the pieces should fit for their son while he's in the middle of a career fog fairly typical of our generation, as this piece forwarded to me by jj attests to the brews of a quarter life crisis.
the randomness of traveling alone. i like.