Wednesday, January 21, 2009

When 'Do Not' Is Not An Option

It's time for me to really start doing things. I've relaxed for long enough, and now it's time to get things done. Here we go.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

The Neverending Story

Here's a story. The beginning actually happened, and was all I ever planned to write. The weird end occurred by itself.

Autumn's car was finally ready today, so right after work we went to Pulera to pick it up. On the way there, it began to snow. As I put on the new The Stills record and set course for home, the street was covered and it was coming down nicely. By the time I got to "Snakecharming the Masses" (track 3), it was evident how different roadways look when blanketed with snow. By track 5 ("Everything I Build"), my mind definitely went on autopilot, the staccato guitars lining up with bumps on the road. I was now noticably off-course, turning off the highway miles earlier than usual, resulting in a way home I had never gone before. "Hands on Fire," the eighth track saw my hands leave the wheel entirely. The Monte Carlo now steering itself, I turned to look outside while the snowflakes desperately tried to hide the perferated yellow line that was no longer guiding me home. As the arpeggiated chords of the last song began to play, my car oversteered a turn on the slippery pavement, and I found myself sliding into the snowy white.

Shortly after, my car coasted to a stop among the pure blankness. I got out and began walking, still able to hear the final chorus of "Statue of Sirens" escaping through the open door of my speakers. I am walking still, surrounded by nothing. I can hear the last lines of the song repeating in my head, even now.

. . . and all this because I lost my mind when it mattered most.

Thursday, January 1, 2009