Excerpts From a Time Long Past Pt. 3 (Extrapolated)

• While in a haze: Black and white, glowing skeletal frame, sheen, phosphorous, sheets of soft light on neon black.
  

• The same bug is wandering on a field of endless gray: my bed sheet. What does it look to him? What does it feel like?

• Uneasy. Say that. Just a little.
  

• Sometimes you put a band-aid on a wound and the wound heals but your band-aid is still there and you treat the area with the band-aid like you would treat the wound if it wasn't healed at all, like that band-aid symbolizes what the wound is supposed to be, and has managed to take its place. You still favor the area. Maybe it even still hurts in your head.
  

• On receiving a parking ticket in Newport Beach: We lay down glue all over the coast and wait for the flies to land so that we can suck them for what they have while the water laps, shimmering in the sun and the seagulls glide over the haze above. What we do to ourselves in the face of such beauty, such beauty that should be untouched, but is now covered in our glue.
  

• Coming down: Smashed glass fissures, interrupted memory flow, diverted to other comers of the piece, sullenly awaiting the reflection of another time (thought?).
  

• Go peacefully into the ink night while I roll up into myself and deeper, as the cave opens up into the main chamber.
  

• Gossip: How does it all work, I ask you asking me to ask him what he thinks there you go. This fractured story-telling excludes most of the audience and isolates them into themselves. See how this silences you and sets your mouth at a slope.
  

• On peaks and valleys: Getting high is like jumping into the air. You leave the ground, reality, for a period, and you are above it, and then you come back down. The crash is hitting the ground, feeling that ground, reality, more intensely for a brief second before everything returns to normal, and the ringing nerves in your feet quiet themselves.
  

• Finally, a great quote: "I think it's really important to be environmentally aware. That's why I drive a car made of imaginary magical bricks!" -Some flower chick in Peggle