up front, if you don’t want to rub syrup in your face, then maybe don’t read this. on the other hand, if you’re bored or maybe just down with some slush-mush, then brave on.
on this funny day, I feel so much love. so much goddam love. it’s absolutely spilling out of me and I can’t help but wonder how I ever became so lucky. never, at any point in my life have I experienced so many wonderful people. and they’re all over the place! there’s one on my couch, there’s a bunch down the street on columbia and battle and elsewhere… there’s a few on the hill, there’s some in the west part of down town… and all the goodies in ontario and the stragler in the southwest and the ones on the coast and island! jesus!
you know, there’s a big part of me that flirts with the reality of miyazaki films in a way that maybe isn’t ‘healthy,’ but I can’t be bothered enough to stop. aren’t we all running and screaming and laughing in some windswept crayola green field, calling out the woodland spirits and falling in love all the time? all of us? in dazzling colours backed up with a full orchestra, making up words and names… that’s how it feels to me.
this is a great time of year. the time when you walk about at night and admire all the warm, orange-glow windows and are torn between more walking or going home to your own glowy house. I’m so excited to walk home in the dark and … well, that’s it, really.
-full of thanks-tanks… an army of grateful
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