'I think we’re all taught we should be consistent. Y’know? You love someone - that’s it. Forever. You choose to do something with your life - that’s it, that’s what you do. It’s a sign of maturity to stick with that and see things through. And my feeling is that’s how you die, because you stop listening to what is true, and what is true is constantly changing.' -eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
The air was balmy and warm while walking to work at dawn. It felt of a tropic summer, till i took sight of the towering lit tree atop Capitol Records. My lungs expanded with warmth, my eyes were transfixed upon the warm glow of day silhouetting palms. Reaching the Canyons is cause for cool air. It refreshes my body before reaching the beckoning Cafe.
the alarm rings sharply before daylight begins. i move with heavy limbs and sunken eyes. the warmth, ritual, and aroma of brewing coffee serve the waking hours with light. soft and conscience movements allow even the smallest clink of glass to pierce the air and jolt the nerves.
Dawning hours are cause for nocturnal encounters. Brushing the ol' tooths with spool sized spiders. Run-in's with Raccoons scampering 'cross streets. Then, the coming end of my on foot commute, up along the hills of griffith park; chugging to work with surprisingly gregarious coyotes.