Saturday, February 10, 2007
So yeah, Portland was fucked up. I thought isolation in a strange city would be good for my depression, that I might, stripped of all my ordinary routines, straighten myself out a bit, but no luck. Let's face it: I lay in my room staring at the wall and smoking weed. A lot. And going to work.
I did meet a guy, the one time I really left the house to have fun. It was at a party, and we were talking about books and shooting the shit in that terrible ambiguous way you do about Literature and Writing and How Hard It Is To Capture That Indescribable Something Inside Oneself In Ink, but there was something very heavy about this one, and not in a dumb Waking Life sense. He had great immediacy, and depth, but again not in some dumb sense. It was like you could cut open his belly and find planets. He was, in short, a real live person.
And so I spent the night. And now I'm writing him a couple times a day. What's this all about? I'm leaving for Back East in a week or two, and I'm making like I want to be 2gether 4ever with this 23 year old tech support guy who used to be a tweaker in Modesto, CA, in his late teens (this is the cynical approach. He is actually quite sensitive and amazing.) I don't know. Happy Valentine's, kids. ¶ 1:46 AM
I did meet a guy, the one time I really left the house to have fun. It was at a party, and we were talking about books and shooting the shit in that terrible ambiguous way you do about Literature and Writing and How Hard It Is To Capture That Indescribable Something Inside Oneself In Ink, but there was something very heavy about this one, and not in a dumb Waking Life sense. He had great immediacy, and depth, but again not in some dumb sense. It was like you could cut open his belly and find planets. He was, in short, a real live person.
And so I spent the night. And now I'm writing him a couple times a day. What's this all about? I'm leaving for Back East in a week or two, and I'm making like I want to be 2gether 4ever with this 23 year old tech support guy who used to be a tweaker in Modesto, CA, in his late teens (this is the cynical approach. He is actually quite sensitive and amazing.) I don't know. Happy Valentine's, kids. ¶ 1:46 AM
