There's a note. On it is written Heisenberg Principle. I don't know why I wrote it, who said it or why I am looking at it but it's there and a google search is too easy. Maybe it will lead to I don't know. I gotta write
like every night the same damn music plays.
I'd have it no other way.
like a sage a man of vision but he knows he's really nothing but a brief elaboration of a tube.
I solve sudoku puzzles in my sleep. there's a nine there and a nine on that row and then the column so the nine must go there and the one next to it...
I have to listen to Seether and I cringe when I see the name because I think I am just going to be screamed at but it's not as bad as I remember.
There is yet to be a cure for cancer and people still starve and planes fall from the sky and lightning strikes and at least some shame that my brain seems to be incapable of doing anything other than putting numbers in boxes someone else created.
maybe tomorrow I can be better.
I think about last night in a truck with four other people. We drove to a restaurant which is more like a secret.
maybe that's all family really is. a group of people that miss the same imaginary place.
It's Garden State, a quote I loved. Caring is Creepy is a song from that soundtrack and thinking out loud made me think of it.
Sometimes I lose the music and then I hear Leonard.
the troubles came. I saved what I could save.
Then he goes away.
What I can gather from the Heisenberg Principle is attention to one thing results in less attention to another. That guy was brilliant.
Me not so much but today I decide it's okay since I was riding in a truck with four people who obviously sometimes miss the same imaginary place. And a song came on. It was The Steve Miller Band and though the truck is nicer than any we would have taken way back when
and life happened
and we are not those kids anymore
until we all start singing.
Today I am grateful to understand what I say and do affects other people and maybe if I pay really close attention to that I can find myself again riding a backroad with those four other people trying to remember the words to a song so I can sing it with them.