So if you're supposed to add the words "in bed" to any fortune cookie saying, what the hell is The rubber bands are heading in the right direction about?

brittle air, cold light--
welcome, strange new month! under
safety of blankets.

You know all that stuff that I said about this town having a bit of charm and optimism? Bullshit. My hair froze on the walk to class this morning. People are not meant to live in these environments.

Last night I dreamt in black in white, and woke up with a strange sense of nostalgia or melancholy, but I'm not sure which. Maybe it's all the silent films, or the antique photographs, or that winter finally seems to have set in and the snow sticks to my eyelashes when I walk to class. But when I was fully awake, around the time that I made my tea ( Read more... )

Old movies. / Fortune cookies. / Cigarettes and cheap beer. / Holding my fingers out the car window-- / (they get so cold in the winter, but your synapses remind you that you're alive) / Off to visit family in Canada tomorrow, back soon.

"Et la grande personne etait bien contente de connaitre un homme aussi raisonnable." Welcoming 2007, already a tumult. It seems like the perfect time to make a blanket fort, n'est pas?