A sudden fall



Paris Hilton’s album has been on near constant repeat in my office at work. I’m so ashamed! But it’s just so, so catchy — plus you have to admire the sheer audacity required to record an non-ironic cover of Rod Stewart’s “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?”

Recording my dreams again, almost daily; so far this week I’ve been a wrestling Harajuku schoolgirl, a traveller in a miniature Athens, a visitor in Marrakesh. I’ve seen a bearded female Hamlet battle a faceless android Laertes on a stage of glowing, red concentric circles. I’m a tourist in my own head these days.

Writing has taken a back seat to Enchanted Arms, but I’m done, finally done, free! And watching Paul Gross and Julie Cox in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. Feel undersea myself as rain & cold have returned to Seattle, as they do, and last night went so far as to dream about being aboard a ferry as it suddenly submerged to the ocean floor. Strange convergences.

What will I catch in my butterfly net tonight? I can hardly wait to see.

  • miranda

    yay for the dream diary! yay for thee!

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