‘…the long spring days…’

The day goes on for miles, but only seems too short. I didn’t get home until a very surreal 4:30 in the morning last night, only to find sleeping amazingly difficult. Got to see Big Dog Eat Child, though (brilliant pseudo-improv), which was fun, and hang out with Alison and Eli in the wee hours of morning. Sitting on the toilet, feeling a little less than alive, listening to the birds starting to sing just before the sun comes up, wondering how long it’ll last. When your life feels like a fucking haiku, what are you supposed to do?

background noise: “Deep Spring” Common Rider

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