a maple tree and a boardgame:

he ducked behind the shade to feel comfortable. somewhere, somehow, the feeling was all too familiar. but as the seconds passed and the contemplation grew in size and proportion, life hit him on the head. unconscious and wrapped somewhere in a dream state, not even the isolation of the shade could protect him in waking life. while in dream, he dreamt of memories lived--when he told his friend it was going to be the end. he had removed all devices, made the right precautions. his calculations seemed correct. but still, what made him him, continued to creep out from under concrete cracks on a path he thought he had far removed himself from.

this is the new game of life, not created by parker brothers, but by life itself. moments aren't made up of seconds that we sit and dream about all our lives, they come from living in a reality that is open as a midwestern plain, the countryside between here and the next big thing. each destination is a scribble in our journal, allowing us to define ourselves by our introspection or lack thereof. i'll take my bread and water, and stick to the smallness of our reality, inching my way along bullshit boulevard until i can finally fall asleep without dreaming. without moving. and without waking.

in the changer: ryan adams "heartbreaker"