9/13/2024

The dull hum, a low whirr of the deceleration and acceleration of a train. The vinegar smell of pissed on iron, and sweat. The clanking and the rhythm as it roll across the tracks. Conversations, loud annoying music on a speaker from some dude on a bicycle, old abuelita with a plastic Vons bag. Somehow all of it lulls me to sleep. I struggle to keep my heavy eye-lids from settling down. Something about being the passenger in a moving vehicle puts me at such ease that I descend into a blissful slumber very often. Maybe it's the comfort of not being in place, escaping from any and every form of permanence. Maybe it's the peace of having an exciting destination.  

So much to do, such little time. If only I could live forever. I'd learn every language, read every book, see every movie, play every song. So much to do, such little time though. If only there were 72 hours in a day. If only I needed 4 hours of sleep instead of 8. What can you do? Time is like grains of sand slipping through my hands. It feels like only 2 years ago I was 16. Anyway, I gotta' write that essay about the cosmic scream in my generation's music soon. Not today, far too much music to work on. Need to crank out 5 demos this weekend and fix 3 click tracks.