2004-05-10 - 9:44 a.m.
half asleep on a bus is a good time to listen for the half dream half sound of a city song that might be the birth of revolution or laundry
men cutting bricks with a saw, stickers on hard hats that speak of union affiliations.
my subconscious is holding a contest to see which pop song will accidentally become the rallying cry the spark the happenstance tinder lighting thought that will change us
I'm in sanfrancisco, by mistake- I got drunk with jeff yesterday and decided to come back to oakland with him.. just for the hell of it... a spontaneuos road trip with jeff.. like the old days. and we immediately pick up the threads of conversation and thought last touched on perhaps years earlier, our mutual formulation of some kind of unspoken creed, some bond we have. it will be nice living here, helping jeff make his movie, working, playing music, painting, LIVING
maybe someday I will find myself worthy of the task of cutting bricks with a saw, maybe someday I will work side by side with people I love for a common goal that is ours not someone elses, not degrading or exploitive, maybe someday I will be a PERSON
