i'm coming slow but speeding...

Friday, April 01, 2005

when you are sleep-deprived, nothing is real. everything is a copy of a copy of a copy. the soundtrack is underwater. you hear the bass tones, the rumbling in your head, dull, droning, but there is no logic to the rhythm. i hear the vibrating of the heater clanking triumphantly over the sea of voices around me. you hear snippets of the conversation... the meaning of the book we discuss is lost on me, but the author's name holds with me even now, more than 12 hours after hearing it. snorri sturluson. snorri. snore. zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....

i hear the words being spoken in fractionals.
"the knowledge that odin gains... gouging out his eyes to gain it"... and once again, i hear one word and my mind takes off.
Serendipity. i think of the movie. john cusack. you said it's a cute movie. i've yet to see it. the complete john cusack dvd collection... my mind is adrift.
my mind is a cruise ship without a rudder. almost out of control.
Serendipity. i think of Dogma. the muse. my muse. ack!
my mind is a very persistent 5 year old, just begging me to play. taunting me.
bad norse poetry. i come crashing back down to class. the poetry doesn't make sense. it doesn't make sense. perfect. i am back to reality...

jules was lost in thought at 1:41 AM

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