09.20.06 - 1:02 a.m.

Tonight: chill walk home, the fading language of 2 people sharing the sidewalk, and a post-apocalyptic feel created by watching 2 hours of very skillful B&W pans of crowds in the movie 8 1/2, while we pass through the vacant concrete facade of downtown Victoria at night. Well vacant except for a smiling Andrew holding on to a falafel. Some nights, certain nights, this city and its people are a dam keeping a small piece of the ocean in place.

Just a few blocks from home along came a "No really, where am I?" inspired by a mere 2 square feet o sparkly white rock landscaping glimmering in the dark... a strong image from early childhood trips to see the Grandparents in the Florida trailer park called "Imperial Terrace." But it was a way more existential "Where am I," than "Not in a Florida trailer park!" of course. "So where am I going then?" showed up too [there's some heavy decisions with long-term effects to be made by me soon, and my love for things (I love him) that keeps my walls pure white. Then at night they slide to some nether region of my brain where they regulate the clarity of my hopes and dreams.]

I had some ideas about the human condition, but am too spent for that now. You've gotta check out a certain animal's condition, though, by googling "fainting goats."

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