fall: end

In the things we find reality;
in the air we find clarity;
in the movement we see destiny;
in the end we see absurdity.

leafless trees,
a landscape of shadows,
crashing waves,
a footbridge over a highway,
pumping station out on the lake,
construction debris,
cars,
jagged rocks,
green.

From outside my window comes the world.

when writing the first stanza, the who's "see me, feel me" comes to mind. the second is an attempt to create the kind of poignant, descriptive poetry that is somehow touching. the last line is mere frustration. it's so much harder to capture a feeling when you are still feeling it.

fall: civilization readings

Inaction.
Reaction.
Logic.
Mystic.

Daoism
Hegelian.
Bullets.
Taiji.

I am unto myself alone
a conflict of no one else.

For some reason, I felt some form of cultural alienation in the shower. There was a realization that no matter how hard I tried, I would not make friends here who will remember me for who I am, because I am merely a definable entity from another place.

fall: alcohol

He smelt like cigarettes,
she wore Chanel No. 5,
but it didn't really matter
and I didn't know why.
Everything you do
felt a little bit untrue.

There was some music,
we drank till we danced,
but nothing ever happens
that would ever make sense.
Everything you do
didn't matter what I felt too.

It was raining,
it was five o'clock.
In the morning we'll remember
last night we were drunk.
Hoping everything you do,
will never quite catch up to you,
feeling blue.

i woke up with the first two lines in my head. everything else was either totally true, or something entirely made up. i'll leave it to be figured out.