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Maybe they'd have to hold each other when it rose, all organe and full and close. Maybe that's where our romantic notions about the moon first came from. Two people holding each other to keep their hearts from breaking, because everybody they knew was dying in the cold rocks and dust piles a quarter million miles away...
The Brothers K
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lørdag, august 16, 2003
Do you ever have days where you're just really apprehensive about something, but you don't know exactly what? I've been ansty and distracted all afternoon, with this feeling of dread pit in my stomach. But I don't have the faintest idea why. I suppose it's because I'm leaving tomorrow, and I still need to pack most of my clothes & goodies. My junk is spread throughout the house; shoes beneath the breakfast table, jacked squashed between the sofa cushions, pj pants by the computer, and all sorts of random junk strewn about upstairs. I can't figure out why I live like that, seeing as it makes me much happier for things to be feng-shui clean. At any rate, I have to go clear the table for dinner, before I head over to Tom's annual summer partay. Yay! I'm looking forward to the long drive; perhaps it will calm my discontented soul.
On happier news, I will be back in town tomorrow evening! Hallelujah. I'll post more of my musings regarding the meaning of "home" once I return.
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