Some days you just glide through. Not today. Today I'm all jagged edges. Bone, sinew, and muscle. A disheveled furnace of meat. A dancing star leaving skidmarks on the surface of reality, going on broken autopilot. I woke at 4 a.m. and spent the next couple of hours on that pendulum between sleep and consciousness, never really reaching either of them.
I finally got up around 7. Put the moka press on and spent a couple minutes taking in the dismal tableau out of my kitchen window: dead channel skies looming low over a construction site. Machines, pipes, scaffolding, sheets of plastic foil, all of it strewn about in disarray and covered in mud. No movement but for the febrile quiver of bare branches cradled by the wind.
I spend the next 30 minutes under the shower trying to wash that image out of my mind, and to soak in as much heat as possible. To store as much of it in my body, in some misguided attempt at reversing entropy. I have a feeling I'll need every last joule today.
I finally got up around 7. Put the moka press on and spent a couple minutes taking in the dismal tableau out of my kitchen window: dead channel skies looming low over a construction site. Machines, pipes, scaffolding, sheets of plastic foil, all of it strewn about in disarray and covered in mud. No movement but for the febrile quiver of bare branches cradled by the wind.
I spend the next 30 minutes under the shower trying to wash that image out of my mind, and to soak in as much heat as possible. To store as much of it in my body, in some misguided attempt at reversing entropy. I have a feeling I'll need every last joule today.
Turns out you are truly an impressionist :) You need light, rich colours.
ReplyDeleteDead skies sounds more like my type of a landscape :3