ninetynine hot air balloons
Aug. 9th, 2001 09:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantit is the hottest day of the year. the hottest. day. i'm thinking there must be a clever name for this day, but so far i haven't heard one.
in italy, the coldest, most brutal day of the year is called il giorno del corvo, which means the day of the raven, or of the crow. they don't really make a distinction between the two. when i was there, il giorno del corvo was accompanied by a week of inexplicable phenomenon. giant blocks of ice had begun falling from the sky. i remember breaking ice crystals off of my scarf where my breath had fallen.
yesterday beside the sidewalk one of the small brown quick-bodied birds had fallen dead, its wings forming a little protected shell around its body, which was filled with maggots and bright black squirming flies.
last night it was so hot i could barely sleep. r called and we talked a while; i sensed something sharp or maybe brittle beneath our words, unspoken things. when we hung up i listened to loveline and tried to feel sleepy, impossible since i'd napped for almost three hours, five to eight pm. i could not sleep. i needed desperately to sleep, to escape the constant awareness of heat. i asked antony to tell me a story, sing me a song, to help me sleep. but it didn't work. i slept upsidedown in the bed so my head was near the window fan, but could not shake the feeling that i was not in my real sleeping position. so i kept waking up. pajamas were impossible: but otherwise i had a constant sensation of a loose hair tickling my collar bone, or a small bug landing on me. paranoically brushing away at my shoulders every half-second.
when i woke up from my nap, earlier, i had the strangest of unformed dreams. waking up i felt i was being called to end my twoness. as if someone from the realm of one had noticed me and said i was worth it, i could be one now, too. and gratefully rolling toward the dim window feeling i had left behind my twoness.
in italy, the coldest, most brutal day of the year is called il giorno del corvo, which means the day of the raven, or of the crow. they don't really make a distinction between the two. when i was there, il giorno del corvo was accompanied by a week of inexplicable phenomenon. giant blocks of ice had begun falling from the sky. i remember breaking ice crystals off of my scarf where my breath had fallen.
yesterday beside the sidewalk one of the small brown quick-bodied birds had fallen dead, its wings forming a little protected shell around its body, which was filled with maggots and bright black squirming flies.
last night it was so hot i could barely sleep. r called and we talked a while; i sensed something sharp or maybe brittle beneath our words, unspoken things. when we hung up i listened to loveline and tried to feel sleepy, impossible since i'd napped for almost three hours, five to eight pm. i could not sleep. i needed desperately to sleep, to escape the constant awareness of heat. i asked antony to tell me a story, sing me a song, to help me sleep. but it didn't work. i slept upsidedown in the bed so my head was near the window fan, but could not shake the feeling that i was not in my real sleeping position. so i kept waking up. pajamas were impossible: but otherwise i had a constant sensation of a loose hair tickling my collar bone, or a small bug landing on me. paranoically brushing away at my shoulders every half-second.
when i woke up from my nap, earlier, i had the strangest of unformed dreams. waking up i felt i was being called to end my twoness. as if someone from the realm of one had noticed me and said i was worth it, i could be one now, too. and gratefully rolling toward the dim window feeling i had left behind my twoness.
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Re: elaborate
Date: 2001-08-09 07:18 am (UTC)yes, that sounds like the hastings fair. cute. haha. it's big to us.
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Date: 2001-08-09 07:32 am (UTC)Re: elaborate
Date: 2001-08-09 07:52 am (UTC)yes, it sounds good :) we'll go.
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Date: 2001-08-09 08:18 am (UTC)Re: elaborate
Date: 2001-08-09 08:20 am (UTC)Re: elaborate
Date: 2001-08-09 08:23 am (UTC)Re: elaborate
Date: 2001-08-09 08:26 am (UTC)peace through dough and sugar.
do you know they are cloning humans now?
Re: elaborate
Date: 2001-08-09 08:31 am (UTC)i mean, it's a good thing, but i don't think we're far enough along yet to get it right. they'll come out all weak and sick. it happened with the sheep, too, and that wasn't even proper cloning.
how do you know they're doing this? i should read the news more often, i suppose. the news seems boring these days. i've got you on my mind, mostly.
Re: elaborate
Date: 2001-08-09 08:36 am (UTC)the sheep they cloned developed obesity and an attitude problem. how do they know it won't happen to people? what about if they are so mutated they are in pain, and it would be our fault? I don't think we have the right to do that.
I don't usually watch the news, but I saw that. everyone was getting really angry with this guy, and saying he shouldn't do what he was doing. but he's just going to do it anyway.
I think about you most of the time too. and I try to relate everything to us, I spook myself a little.
Re: elaborate
Date: 2001-08-09 08:40 am (UTC)how do you relate everything to us? don't be spooked. i think you're just...dedicated. in a very sweet way.
Re: elaborate
Date: 2001-08-09 08:42 am (UTC)I just do, I think - we'll do that one day, or jesse and I would laugh over that, stuff like that. I always think of us as an item, that's been together forever. I dunno...
Re: elaborate
Date: 2001-08-09 09:27 am (UTC)george lucas was saying it was supposed to evoke a return to the playful nature of the originals. hmf. i agree--it's totally cheesy. like attack of the killer tomatoes or something.