stumblestoprepeat

gah, i feel like i've barely written anything of value in the past six months. life keeps getting in the way, and by life i mean work because, well, shit, there's not a hell of a lot goin' on between work, weed, and the web. the three Ws. some of the other connections i was trying to foster have begun to slip. it's frustrating.

i had a train dream, again. they share a lot of similarities - the train is usually only one passenger car and a locomotive, the ride is always shockingly fast and takes us quite a long way, and my fellow riders are always people i've known in my life but presented at ages i never saw. schoolteachers as teenagers, school friends as older men and women than i am now. the ride is always enjoyable, scenic, and at the end i'm always in such a hurry i forget my bags. someone grabs my backpack, but the train inevitably pulls away with my camera still on board. "so be it," i think, and i turn to the surrounding wilderness. i usually find myself at some isolated train station in the woods, with mountains and rivers visible around. no roads, no villages, and it isn't long before i've set off in some random direction and forgotten all about my companions.

c'est la vie, c'est la vie, c'est la vie...