With my long commute I think and listen more than I speak. I think about other people and places. I think of fuzzy dreams and of computer screens. I listen to classics, newbies, and an ebook I recently purchased.
ebooks are good when your attention is strong and the book is easy to follow. But I trail, and I realized that I’m not so good at focusing as I thought I would be. There are 3 characters in the story whose purpose to the plot is still unknown to me. I just hear their names and I say “oh yes the one that kills people with his dieting company” or “the ones that jump into the road and screw up Newt’s driving, right got it.”
And I come to conclusions in the car’s not so silent silence. Conclusions such as:
This smoothie is very thick today. I need fatter straws.
I enjoy this song. I will send it to my friend for him to enjoy as well.
It is a warm, frustrating summer. The kind where the heat feels nice on your skin but you are also sweating through your “fancy, business attire” clothing, so it doesn’t feel as good anymore.
I think I’ll go to the gym this weekend.
I think I’ll go to the beach after the gym.
I think I’ll go buy a sketch book after the beach.
I think I’ll go to the fabric store to pick up some supplies after I buy my book.
I think I’ll ride my bike.
Ride my bike a little like such ~
bike: the year 1989 | shirt: Banana Republic | pants: Aerie | shoes: Vans | anklet: a gift
Then I come home. Turn the car off. Gather all my things to drop on the island and I change. I say some words. Eat some food. Shower. Then I go to bed. And I dream of what I hope summer to be, and in dazes of half consciousness I wonder if I can fit in all the hoped actions and feelings into a collection of hot and/or rainy weekends. After doing the math in my head, I realize I need to fall into a rabbit hole to become that person and live that lifestyle, and then come back with the time unchanged to think & listen once more..
alarm, wake, drive.