Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
I am wide-eyed and awake, recalling one of my favorite Rufus Wainwright lines:

Is this heart-ache or is this heartburn?
Have I been played, or do I need a rolaids?

Unquestionably, it is heartburn. I might be crossing the line to where I can no longer get to sleep, productively, and rather, instead, since my mind is surprisingly clear, I'll try to chip away some on my Mekas paper, reading a little Bart Testa in the middle of the night like a manic cinephile.
posted by lmjasinski at 4:41 AM