neil young, balance, and other shit.
well it's a good time of year for a lot of reasons and i am loving every minute of it. the desert is still smoldering but it's mostly over. harvest moon + autumnal equinox within hours of each other.
my house is so quiet and peaceful. there are plants and animals all over the place and little crystals stuck inside the leaves of dusty metal flowers. i keep losing things but shit, i don't know. nothing major.
cannot be bothered, just cannot be bothered. and it's so good. little fishing lines keep getting cast over me by the most surprising array of people, but they disintegrate like dry spiderwebs once i notice them. no, no, the word of this month is "no."
it's not apathy. i'm just tired of the commonness of totally ungilded interaction and i am happy at home, i am happy in the center, being who i am and doing what i do. it's been a long time since someone has fucked with that! and i can't be bothered with people who don't devastate my interior being and wreck it all. i guess i need a lot, BUT
the caveat is, i could take it or leave it, because the whole wrecking my entire life thing is pretty painful anyway and takes forever to clean up and re-lay all those tiles and such. i think this is the process of becoming jaded. pretty ok with that. it seems age-appropriate?
ON TO THE FULL MOON AND WORKING DEEP INTO THE NIGHT!