unbirthday

upon reconsideration...

autobiography of red

Up against another human being one's own procedures take on definition.

Lo soleils plovil

8-10 '' of snow here, even with the leaves still orange and red, snow collecting inside just carved pumpkins, pulling down branches all heavy and wet. does it feel like, to anyone else, that there's something vaguely apocalyptic about the natural world these days? and I mean this in the least pathetically fallible way possible, really. all this flooding and quaking and burning seems a little over the top, even for an old school vengeful god.

and unrelated, I think I'm going to stop sleeping with sleeping pills. even with 8 full hours, purple circles beneath my eyes and heavy lids through morning, and a little too much grog for my liking. I know they are well meaning, the sleeping pills, but I think I'm going to have to reassert my will over the gods of insomnia. or, you know, try.

a chinese proverb

let us live in interesting times.