Today is a weird ass day… I keep doing that thing you’re supposed to do in lucid dreams where you look at everything twice, to tell if I’m awake or not. Man, people in the hospital, (everyone is fine now as far as I know) sudden revelations, breakfast tacos, madness.

Yesterday, I lost my voice. I said to Reaghan: “I took a shot of Tom Waits,” because when I could talk, that’s who I sounded like. This morning, eating my taco, I heard in my head his reading of Bukowski’s poem “Nirvana”: “Not much chance. Completely cut loose from purpose…” Oh the ipod of the mind.

Anyway, here are some entirely unrelated photos:

Posted by Matt on 2010-04-27T00:00:00Z GMT