2006-07-16 04:05:20 ET|
my front yard
so, i'm three weeks in and the joy of being here still has yet to fade. i have seen the ocean reflect the sky. i saw the sun go down over an industrialized port skyline.
i have driven through tunnels and i have sped across highways blaring breakcore hand in hand with my partner. i have broken into buildings just to take pictures of the structure. i have drank with friends in great quantity and with great quality.
i danced hard to a few songs at a night here but spent a great deal of my actual time there talking to norman, someone i havent spoken to in a very long time.
i have rediscovered the city and revalued the worth of human experience [something i have spoken of and finally got to do on my own]. i have expanded my reading list thanks to raine.
i spent two weeks with her when i first got back to virginia. it has been the best part about returning home. sharing with her why i love this place. sharing my friends with her.
to see how happy she was and how we could close ourselves off in our own world with a gaze solidifies the importance of full integration. it's an entire conversation in a look carried by a UI i completely trust.
i have broken my glasses which means i need to get new ones. in the meantime i look 'extra nerdy' [ pic ]. i also believe i have broken my right hand again and my left one now as well. i ate it pretty bady and made an ass out of myself while rollerblading.
i've been back in a Front 242 mood again. i'm stuck on 'soul manager' and 'motion' again. the words carry a different meaning now. a very different meaning.
i always seem to catch the binary clock above the mythBOX at 2:42pm.
welcome to corey v3.0 as some people have called it.
[ listening to | nitzer ebb : in our own world ]