Sat in my room in the afternoon watching Slacker. It made me nostalgic for Lexington, and Frankfort KY before it. Doesn’t make me want to move to Austin though. I’m sure Seattle was Austin-like at some point.
Where am I now, what am I doing now. I think I started working so that I could play, now i’ve worked my way into this dirty corner thinking that if I play, if I stay up all night, the next day the light-blue collar ghost might set my income into decay.
People find it funny when I make strange metaphors in meetings. They say, where do you get these thoughts, and I’m always struck by the experience that I’m made magical because what is outside of work for me is not simply dinner, friends, a family and home. Frankly i really have little of those anyway, but deep culture. Deep reference. I have a connection, however noological, to the deep shared experiences of my culture. My experience is that of a librarian of the flatlands. Life in the map.