Wednesday, May 30, 2007     « Underneath the Apple Trees »


I'm thinking that Tuesday Afternoon would be a good soundtrack to this picture.

I spent about 30 minutes yesterday laying underneath these trees. I have two happy places in the city. One is a very specific spot on the island and the other is here. It felt great but holy shit did I pay for those few moments of relaxation and solitude later with a guilty conscience that wouldn't allow me to get to sleep. I felt guilty that I had stolen that time away from work. I felt guilty for all the people out there sitting in cubicles breathing in stale office air. Guilt has got to be the most bullshit emotion there is. And this martyr complex... fucking hell. Enough already. More handy life skills taught me by my mother, the supreme queen of non-religious, non-specific martyrdom herself.

I've been enjoying "Guns of Brixton" The Clash and "Insect Eyes" Devendra Banhart." It took me a long time to come around to him. Davin has been listening to him for ages. I am slow that way.

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