[2:44 p.m.] : [2001-05-31]
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"the muscle and bone- they incase my heart but never touch my soul." i love the bart, it's such a great place to just put on headphones and read. the train stopped for five minutes in a tunnel. weezer played and i was reading camus. i got off at the powell street station and changed the disk. "i'll save that for the water and its shore, fear makes friends with joy." i walked down to the water and along the piers, counting up from one untill my lips chapped and the sun became too much then i sought lunch. the cd repeated and i caught a phrase that i hadn't heard before and it struck a cord with memory. "and i'll march slowly and i'll never forget how the music stopped or the feel of your breath." renewed i continued down the warf, switch to 100 broken windows and found the most magnificent music shop ever, bagpipes and sitars all in the same place. i need to win the lotto. "the fleash and the blood- they keep my body warm but still my mind is cold." changed direction headed down colubus(i think thats the street) cutting diaginally threw the city to the stadium on the other side, detouring breifly in china town. stopped into the same store i've stopped into every visit i've made to the area, the same store thats had the same going out of bussines everything on sale banner for the last 12plus years. more shops around town have those banners up, in a tourist area that is actually a really good idea. "to know what's fair is not always fair, but what proves real will never flee." watch two innings threw the right field fence with some dirty men, thats the one thing about the city, all the homeless and dirty and crazy people, theres someone with a cup on every corner. after a while you just turn the headphones up and just look straight ahead as you walk, and thats really the wrong way to be, but with that many people, its just really sad. so i made my way back to market street and knapsack wasn't playing right so i just listed to the city for a while. my feet started to ache. i had been walking all day. "and i'll march slowly and i'll never forget how that black dress fell upon your white neck." wondered till i couldn't bare to walk anymore caught and outbound train took off my shoes put on the lips and opened camus back up. passages made me think of her. i have't heard back in three or is it four days now, it might be more i have such a horrible since or time these days. got home at a little past midnight washed the sweet and the grime off my body and went to bed in the heat. it's too damn hot. "rest quiet this time of year and i know you will be leaving soon my dear." i found out this morning that she called last night while i was out. still no emails. i don't know what to say. i have blisters on the balls of my feet and my right ankle hurts. i think saturday i'm going to go to the beach. "and i'll march slowly, and i'll never forget how..." |
