Drunk and crying after watching a TV show.

In the interest of any future self reading this, life is good.

Life also happens now. Not in a glorified, imaginable, untanable future. Life is here, in the present, and it’s essentially good - you just need to forgive some things. You just need to let some things go.

I’m not above the regular human ( Read more... )

I drove around and got to your house accidentally. So I sat there with the windows rolled down for the cold night and I looked at your windows, and they were dark. I turned the radio on, I smoked a cigarette, but I was uneasy. I changed the channels, I rolled another cigarette.

I put the seat down and I thought perhaps I’ll stay there for the ( Read more... )

A man stands in a semi-crowded piazza. It’s like this every night. Europe. The buildings and the fountain and the people are ornate, ancient. Maybe eastern Europe. I’m standing there and listening to him. A couple of ancient people do the same.

He’s got keen eyes, twinkling. He’s holding a typewriter to his chest between both hands. Not hugging. ( Read more... )

Why wouldn’t there be another casino-beating, stake-shuffling Ocean caper - an Ocean 14? According to an IMDB contributor, Steven Soderberg gave up on the idea after Bernie Mac’s - Frank Catton - untimely death.

Cause of Mac’s death? Well, he did have Sarcoidosis. But he died of pneumonia.
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Excuse me for the nostalgia, but it’s become way too easy to know things. Way too easy to IMDB that actor who was in that movie but also in that TV show. Too easy to get info so you never have to wonder. Googling is too fast for wonderment to even present itself. Everything is there before you asked it. Everything is not astounding. Everything is ( Read more... )

Is life covertly good?

It may very well be, and our perspective being what it is we may never be able to find out. This shabby room, its peeling paint, the curtains tattered and gray with dust - it may be happily sheltering us from a dark storm raging outside, but we can’t tell; the yellowing blinds are drawn.

Our friends may love us, we don’t ( Read more... )

Ah, Sh. We never met, and already I think you hate me. I tried to tell you something but got a little tongue-tied, and you hushed me brusquely and turned away; I stood there after for a while and stared at nothing. I couldn’t tell you how ripe my love for you was already, because you could never agree to understand. No honest woman ever will. But ( Read more... )

1. A forsaken thing hides sadly where it used to be; but you can go back there again.

2. There’s no place for you to rest your head. You can test this anytime: close your eyes and wait.

3. The road gets ever steeper: no step will be easier than the last.

4. There’s glass on the floor and you can’t help being barefoot; and broken hearts never heal ( Read more... )

They were jumping out of every window when the fire got bad, high story windows too. I’m almost sure I see them through thick billows of smoke. Others were climbing down from bottom story windows, clawing their way out of doorways through half-ajar doors. The air was full of screams. It was eighteen eighty two. We were ten men from the Fourty-Ninth ( Read more... )

What do you want. What do you want, what do you want waddaya want what do you want. You go outside, but it’s the same pressure in the chest. You go back inside, then, and the smells of the house crowd you. Wood and plaster and maybe dust, perhaps the smell of the sheets in the bedroom, unchanged from the last sex.

Outside there were pretty women ( Read more... )