2002-12-07 11:48:40 ET|
Woke up today 17:00 by a phone call from Ladyorion. I fell asleep around 8:30, after partying last night, I came home, srufed the web a bit, then crawled into my bed and watched Powerpuff Girls till I fell asleep. I think that's the best way to watch that show. Slightly drunk, dead tired, in 8:00 o'clock in the morning. It gains a certain... Epistemological aspect. :) Nevermind.
I dreamed. I hardly ever dream (or, rather, I hardly ever remember). I'm not sure what the narrative was, only that the cast included people from far away places in my life... People from my class in highschool. Not necessarily people I'm still in touch with. Even some people I was never in touch with. I'm really not certain what was going on there, but after waking up, getting ready for Liron and Anat to drop by, I dusted out my highschool yearbook.
One of the posts was written by a guy who used to be sort of a friend of mine. I haven't seen him in about two years. Even when we were buds, we wouldn't go out, exactly. We'd mainly hang out in school, and talk about music and go to art class together. He wrote something very touching, it's hard to translate, so bear with me:
Everyone has in their head a stockfull of low-budget films. Most people call them memories.
Not always do these movies supply the goods: Too often the Direction is sloppy, the script is holed like a swiss cheese and the acting is amateuristic.
But under the weight of a trite day, who of us doesn't like to pour into a couch, rewind the tape and press PLAY.
I think one day I'll iron the memories, fold the real neatly into the closet.
But for now, I'm comfortable that things stay as they are: The memories are placed messily on the bed and I can pick up any one of them whenever I feel like it.
It's weird for me, that I have these 21-odd years of memories in my head. Different times, different places, different people.
Maybe it's time I tidy up my closet?
I honestly don't know.