- Trademark the ocean, living your dreams. (I cannot remember why I wrote this. I still can't figure it out.)
- On Vegas: Unlighted Vegas looked so ugly under that grey winter sky, with its steel constructor monsters towering and baying as part of the skyline, always building, building, the opposite of what a great steel monster should do: destroy and destroy. The surrounding housing is designed for sheer numbers and is of the ugliest I've seen. Vegas itself is an eternally hungry monster, a creature that has tasted wealth and hungers for it as it expands and spreads, devouring what it desires with a conscious-less greed (like any creature gaining great amounts of power). It is an entity, an organism, fueled unknowingly by the people, who upon entering the city convert into the tycoon-wealth-absorbing pragmatists that define the Vegas entity's very nature. It is a monster hidden by the illusion of a discourse. (Please take note that I do not dislike Vegas, as I am completely fascinated by it and strive to understand one of the most architecturally diverse, sensory-overloading places I have ever seen. It is alive. The people are its cells, its blood. The casinos and hotels its organs. It spreads on the desert floor with a single, collective mind.)
- The sky looks like a sea of burning ships, the smoke dispersed into unrecognizable streaks that are trying to keep the fire within. The fire is departing, something huge is leaving us, taking the colors with it.
- A volcano explodes suddenly, after being passively gazed at from inside a car. The pyroclastic flows swallow up the headlights of the fleeing vehicle.
- Above the clouds on a mountain peak is the view of a vast alien wasteland.
- On dancing: Self-consciousness Pockets. (What did I mean?)
- On the ice road: "No sudden moves eh?" the driver says. He then sneezes. A slide. A crash. "Goddammit."
- Recent: Chord progression. The sounds reach out to touch me.
Yeah. And so life grinds on. And sometimes finds itself inked into a book.
