Sunday, September 13, 1992

3:30 am

I'm listening to the soundtrack from "Local Hero" and thinking that I'd never want to live away from the water. Going down to the beach at sunset. It's fantastic. The sound of the waves. Incredible. No wonder ancient civilizations always grew along the water. What power. These oceans are so vast!!

Oh, I'm having a fun night. Doing so many things. Writing these letters to Matt and to Bob, analyzing music, analyzing myself and my feelings towards "Bob." Not just Bob the person, but "Bob." All that it represents. The implications for the future. Losses. Gains. Life gets serious sometimes! But why? Shouldn't we just let it unfold before us like the Yellow Brick road? I'm really enjoying writing right now. I think I'm going to stay up all night. I always think I should go to the beach at dawn. Maybe today!

I swear I have never heard this music before. All the times I've listened to Local Hero without realizing how complex it is. Beautiful sounds in my ears. Music and Nature.


6:00 am

I can't believe I've stayed up all night. Writing, thinking, listening. It's great. I think my body's tired, but my mind's not. I wrote some very philosophical stuff to Bob. The pase lo que pase kinda stuff. Annelies told me yesterday I shouldn't let him go. She said he's the nicest person she's ever met. What a nice thing to say!


3:30 pm

What excites me? Travel. Bob. Getting high with my friends. An evening at home alone. So what do I want to do? Staying in Málaga will improve my Spanish -- which will make it easier to stay here. I need to get over the fear of speaking Spanish! But I also think there are so many other adventures waiting for me out there. I could live in California. For a while anyway.

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