It beats the alternative.

I convinced myself to get off my posterior and go outside today. Even though I’m not feeling that great I figured a little warm sun on my face would make me feel better than lying in my bed playing Bubble Mania on my phone. And I was right.

I went to second dock, or middle dock, whatever you want to call it. I’ve pretty much worn the place out now in regards to photos, I need a new place to shoot. I think I’ve got everything I can get there now. Here’s what I found…

M.

Shower, minus the meteors.

Song of the night: Yer not the Ocean-The Tragically Hip.


Tonight there’s supposed to be an Orionoid meteor shower on the go, and there probably is up there somewhere, I just didn’t see it. I left my apartment totally excited to get a few photos only to discover it was pouring down rain. Major, major rainfall. I was a little disappointed, but I didn’t want to come home empty handed so here you go.

M.

 

Inclined

Inclined*

Practice being normal –

I make no sound.

Lying in silence,

the world is not real, really.

Listen for a whisper.

Drip;

tick-tock;

drip.

Practice being extraordinary,

I make all the sounds.

Bells and whistles.

Chapstick and flats.

Lipstick and heels.

Baby, we are still young.

We look like ourselves,

just like everyone else.

In danger of being on fire.

We melt inside our clothes.

Practice being normal;

in numbness,

surreal.

 

M.