I just downed a few nips of NyQuil, and now am just waiting for a glassy haze and some rest. My whole body is a quivery, shivery, achy lump. The feeling that everything is not quite real, or happening. Sounds seem similar, yet old and worn, like a memory; and I half expect to walk down a stairway of green shag carpet, into a wood paneled living room, snuggle up on a brown and gold couch and watch Gilligan’s Island as my mom talks on the phone and wanders about the house — like I’m 11 years old, at home sick from school. Sense memories.
I will have to do more writing and reviews (books, movies, music). By the way, get Sleeping At Last if you have not already. Soothing, swelling emo rock. Love love love.