Staticfree Blog

Home's in a bag
strapped to my side
goin' with me
for a ride.

9 hours of bus from 11:00, I'm back in Newton at my dad's apartment. The ride is so tedious and cramped, as I carry all my luggage on-board (I don't trust the breakables in my backpack to remain intact while bouncing around in the luggage compartment). Tedious in monotony and lack of a comfortable place to lay my head. I think I'm going to have to go "grandma style" and bring myself a pillow next time. The only good of the trip is that my laptop has oodles o' batteries, and I was able to watch a good 4-5 episodes of TNG. Mmmm, Riker is so bad-ass.

America the beautiful,
except for that part of town
you can't afford to ignore.
Pledge allegiance with your eyes closed,
your fingers crossed
and one foot out the door.

-Kate and Meredith

Someday I will see them in person. Them and so many other talented artists. For that, though, I need a job. Come on, job... come to daddy. You know you wanna.

The skyline was beautiful on fire.
All twisted metal stretching upward,
everything washed in a thin orange haze.
I said, "kiss me, you're beautiful.
These are truly the last days."
You grabbed my hand
and we fell into it,
like a daydream of a fever.

-Godspeed you Black Emperor! - Dead Flag Blues

I like watching the highways pass by from the bus. Seeing the cars leave trails of mist going by. The world is so high-res, so intricate; the subtleties of it all make it beautiful. There's so much beauty in the world, one only needs to look to see it. Or, perhaps the common case: one needs to have temporarily lost the beauty in order to truly see what splendor you've had all along.