Vessel Log: 2009 03 06

: haunted by a song, “The Pharaohs”, some times I disappear into it. Eyes train on the far-off snow layered mountains, hum the tune, mouthing the words… I disappear. Wind howls. From one student’s writing exercise notebook: “We are alone alone alone alone alone/ far far far/ better/ far away.” The wind has grasps, strangles the clear umbrella. A man on the bus reads “Murder Casebook Magazine”. A graph of lights on a dark background. I get translated; tell the stories that’ve been on my mind. Moving to California, 9/11, casual car pooling, violence in Oakland. Later, we discuss Haruki Murakami and T.K. tells me about his book related to Om and how that cult terrorist action changed Japanese culture and mentality. The 10:00 Super Kamui train, walk home to Tanya Donelly.