Vessel Log: 2009 01 04

: the comfortable electric heat of the room. Slats up, against the window; the appearance of a prison but it’s for your own protection. Another day of reinstallation, the music pops into being trailing with it fumes. It’s snowing. No, it’s not. Already finished reading that book. Typed conversations with Mom. March is coming very soon. Remember when I said text messages were 面倒臭い? I want to rephrase that. Yes, it is. Broken arrow cold. Last week’s laundry made it to the bureau. (What’s the story) morning glory? A Neko Case moment in my bedroom, air guitar trailing and, wouldn’t you know, tears still well for the tiger on its chain.