My floor is covered in Polaroid pictures

I like the idea of being enveloped. Floating in the ocean appeals to me only when there are giant waves of foam to dive under and be swept away. Digging holes into snow banks, hiding under a pile of leaves, waking up in the middle of summer into an air so hazy and humid it's as if you are floating above your bed, walking into a fog so thick you can hardly see the hand of the one next to you. I, along with four or five co-conspirators, once broke into a giant Soviet-era soccer stadium in Prague (the arena had previously been used for Communist Bloc group aerobics - you must work the body of the state!) The fog made everything opaque - when we began to spin around through the thick orange and purple fog, we completely lost each other. Everyone giggled and shouted and ran around, and I laid down and pretended that I was nowhere. If we had consciousness before we were born, I imagine it would feel something like that.I have tried to recreate that feeling in countless deep blue swimming pools and prairies with cotton puff clouds, but have not come close.

A very attractive man (with tattoos and beautiful eyes) was contemplating the various types of fake meat at the Wedge today. I suggested the Gimmie Lean as I reached over for my Whole Soy. We discussed it's potential for good veggie burgers, then I went to look for granola. Two minutes later, he came and found me to tell me about fake ribs made out of lotus root and soy protein. He said it makes great salad, but assured me that I would be tempted to just eat it out of the pack. He led me to their location, and told me he was going to try mixing it with the Gimmie Lean. Can I mention that I love vegetarians? Unless they're annoying. No comments on that, please.

Listening to:

Iron and Wine

"Tonight, we're the sea and
the rhythm there
the waves and the wind and night is black
tonight we're the scent of your
long black hair
spread out like your breath
across my back"

Later this week: Scrabble...in German?