Saturday, August 4, 2007

Stomach Chords, Gears And Gadgets!

Last night I dreamt that I woke up one morning and was made of newspaper. A particularly interesting news story was blocked and wrapped around my thighs, and I tried to turn round to read the other side of my leg when it occurred to me that I might be unfortunately fragile. I stuck my finger in my mouth and when I pulled it out it was smudged, damp and soggy. My dreams and my waking life used to exist on tectonic plates transiting miles apart, but they met on the other side of the world, crashed into each other, made mountains of confusion. There are inchoate, undefined memories I have that I can't attribute to my dreams or to reality with absolute certainty. Oaosiureaosiuar. Can't find the words. Feel lost.

It's funny how silly it seems to want a hug, because it seems such a silly thing to ask for when you are an adult. But that embrace between two people forms a connection. "yes, i understand your pain." "no, i don't understand your pain, but i care about you and would like to understand your pain, maybe take it off your shoulders for a bit"

I need a hug. Epic.

Up there are photos of my hands and the new addition to my small family of pets... Ceratophrys Cranwelli, or Argentine Horned Pac Man Frog. He is currently nameless. I'm working on that.