Good morning

I can hit snooze twice on a Sunday, when I never should have set the damn thing in the first place.

It might have been possible to sleep until 2 with the proper medication and lack of aural stimulation from screaming neighbors.

But 9:30 is pretty damn good so I won't complain. Last week it was eyes wide open as soon as any sound came into my head. My mind was already running way ahead, chewing on things disclosed and some undisccovered. It was 3 AM. Sometimes it was 5 AM. I'd be giving up on sleeping peacefully about 3 minutes before my alarm went off, trying to ignore how exhausted I was from tossing and turning all night. It didn't do anyone any good. It didn't make someone know I cared. It didn't make me feel better about the way things happen when you're not paying attention. It just drained me.

The time is slipping by on the idea of gathering up film, cameras and a change of clothes and getting lost somewhere foreign for two days. I have enough trouble getting out of my own head at home though. Would this really be a good way to figure anything out? What if I already know what it is I'm supposed to know. What if I have what's necessary for it to all make sense but I just can't quite bring myself to look. To really fucking look.

Maybe it's time to write far less and put up more pictures. They can say the things I can't form properly, succinctly, digestable.

So it's 3 vegetarian, cage-free gifts from some better-paid chickens. Chopped white onions barely browned in Napa's olive oil with uncured Canadian bacon. Aged provlone blankets the scramble. Beefsteak tomato on the side with bits of cilantro and ground pepper and toast cleverly named Health Nut, which almost made me not want to buy it. It's the only one there without high fructose corn syrup. (It's quickly fall and I'll be fattened soon enough) Wanted to downstairs instead of the pation because of the wet table and this way I could listen to the analog pop of a diamond needle on white vinyl records. Hot Brazillian coffee that simultaneously warms your core as it sends small impulses to your brain that it's something special, so pay attention. The fine grounds recently unsettled from their inertia loop and dive in the amber liquid.

I know there's someone out there, missing out, missing this. I have always been of the opinion that it was me. I am beginning to think otherwise now.

and that's fine. It's just not 'solving' anything. But maybe there's no real problem right now. I'm staying on the journey a little while longer because I'm interested enough in how it all turns out.