cathedral

When the sun rises, it burns a hole through my curtains. The houses behind me stand as a link, like a giant picket fence. The collectively fail to block the sun from rising. When it hits noon, and all the shadows crawl under my house like serpents escaping the heat, I sleep. In the evening the sun is swallowed by the rut of the interstate that graces my front yard. Across the concrete valley--populated with shimmering screams of steel--lies more tombstones of houses. They are the places that were, but are no more. The setting sun, defiant to the very end, burns through the shattered glass windows. The reds and yellows cross the gulf between space and silver; only to die in my eyes, captured and focused by my retinas like smoke in a glass.

Someday the time will come when the sun will not rise, because I have stolen all of its might. A black hole will rise in its place, and I will vanquish it with the power of my anguish. Someday.


I finally, FINALLY got my own copies of FLCL on DVD. Six episodes, three volumes, three discs, $86.00. The only anime I've ever totally been insane over. All others are so passe. I've also FINALLY started reading LOTR. My flatmate says he can consider no one well-read until they have read LOTR. I consider no one well-read until they've finished Atlas Shrugged. We might be at an impasse. Something something, something masse.