How does the animal dare wear it’s head on the top of it’s spine?
Passing me by. On a bike.
The city is rumbling on around me. I don’t care. I’m still not balanced out yet. Insomnia struck in the early hours. I think I download a bunch of apps hoping sleep would find me. Sleep must have been on a little vacation. When I did get up to start the day, I was actually sick to my stomach. I nibbled ginger and managed to scrape myself into a pile of human cohesive enough to go out and buy a few needed things. Then it was crash time again. I didn’t nap for a long as I would have liked, but because this was Irena’s day of relative freedom from work, she proposed that we go bike riding. I said, what the heck. I have been in such a state of mind that I could not even begin to be embarrassed by the 10 year old boy zipping around me in mockery of my struggles – or any of the other people on the street there off of Kings Highway.So. Today June 2nd, under sunset skies somewhere in Russian Brooklyn a 31 year old learned to ride a bicycle. The seat was uncomfortable as hell so I did not perfect my newfound ability by riding for hours more, but I was able to get around a parking lot without help. This was even more strange to me because I have only ridden a bike in my dreams! That dream moment came to me and blended with my waking reality! It was so liminal.
My day went from faint pukey distress to crossing off one of those major things on a person’s list of kinda important crap they have to do in life. It is the year of the Snake. These kinds of things are to be expected.– Now. Can I wind down and sleep normally?!
Oh Humidity, Bane of Summer!
So here I am, landed in the depths of the Brooklyn and sitting in an oven apartment of my herbal wizard friend Irena getting my strength and wits back to myself from travels and sleep deprivations and sundry other woahs. I don’t feel culture shock, at least. I will save that for L.A. 😉
I still want to sleep. One clock says 2:40. The other says 11:40. All of me says it must be 4:00 am somewhere and all good children are fast asleep r.e.m-ing it up for a full, productive day outside of dreamland. I am caught of the border of wake and sleep. Do I trust myself to wander Brooklyn alone? In daylight?! Erm..
I think I will wait till later- when the sun is lower. It is too hot too early here and I have not felt this kind of heat in a long time; whether it be artificial or natural. This is a treat to be so uncomfortable in heat for a time. Then I can go back to Rosarito Beach at sunset and welcome to cool air of the great Pacific with more appreciation. The body and mind needs changes- even though I feel like I am dying all the time… some deaths can be welcomed (vampires can agree).
I still want to sleep. One clock says 2:40. The other says 11:40. All of me says it must be 4:00 am somewhere and all good children are fast asleep r.e.m-ing it up for a full, productive day outside of dreamland. I am caught of the border of wake and sleep. Do I trust myself to wander Brooklyn alone? In daylight?! Erm..
I think I will wait till later- when the sun is lower. It is too hot too early here and I have not felt this kind of heat in a long time; whether it be artificial or natural. This is a treat to be so uncomfortable in heat for a time. Then I can go back to Rosarito Beach at sunset and welcome to cool air of the great Pacific with more appreciation. The body and mind needs changes- even though I feel like I am dying all the time… some deaths can be welcomed (vampires can agree).
Tonight, when I hope to feel more like myself, I will try to see a performance at CAVE by Moeno Wakamatsu.
There is this festival on.. you know… and I’m performing.. you know… 😉
…I hope this feels more like a holiday than a working holiday while I am here.
So!
Bring on the herbs, my witchy friend
To chill the nerves
That make the mind bend