Mixed State
It has been that kind of day. Divergent. Not sure which way to go. Hung a shower curtain, drank some sake. Wavered. Outside, the snow endured. Back in to work tomorrow. These hours seem…content-free. Streaming Pandora. The music fills in. Skipped Depeche Mode; don’t need that echo today. Noticed something in a photo that I took of Grams’ old Buddha statue, out in the yard. There were snowflakes, frozen in mid-air in the shot. At first I thought that they were static. I feel stopped — and like static, too.
Drinking winter-cold water, now. Balancing the rice wine. Laundry, tumbling. Somewhat hungry/somewhat not. Maybe I’ll watch something. Maybe I’ll go to bed. Been that kind of a day.