I ate really good ramen at some japanese word + the word beyond
nomnomnom
and then I went to a Happ yHour and saw all these faces I haven't seen in a long time.
And I saw Luanna there
and we talked about what music we've been listening to
and she told me about her commute everyday
and how she gets on the BART @ 7:00AM from Oakland all the way to Redwood City
and how there aren't any seats coz its so packed for the first 30 min
and how she stands and holds onto one of the aluminum bars and listens to music
and i asked her what she's been listening to on repeat
and she told me she's been into this song called Gold by someone named Kiiara
and I told her about how i've just been listening to someone named Kelela all week
and she took out her phone and searched it up and saved it into her spotify and followed her
and that was a moment of kindred music souls
and i forgot how much i love and respect this chick with all my heart
because she's a beam of orange light
like the orange light in that painting in Slaughter-House Five
like that field of green with a band of unwavering orange light
so beautiful because it doesn't exist - this painting doesn't exist
it just lives through words and imaginary imagery on some unimportant page in a very important book
i remember the first day we introduced ourselves we all needed to tell a story and she told us the story of her driving through the streets of Ferguson, Missouri (where she's from) during all that crazy shit that was going on this year being scared for her life because she was black and a cop was following her and she started crying during that story - and i Remember that she was the only real person in that room that day.
but she's still a band of orange light despite all that bullshit
living breathing proof of the beautiful hustle
im going to read another murakami soon
i ache for the crisp cold air
and aomame staring at the moon
i talked to andy about murakami today
he told me the one i've read is far from the best
but all the other worlds are just as crisp and lucid and clear
and how kafka on the shore changed his life
and i remember how 1q84 changed my life
and i want to read a story that takes me out of reality
and lets me imagine as far as i can
and i want to feel like im in love vicariously
you know?
im reading this book by henry kissinger called world order
and this guy is legit so fucking smart
and i can learn about the world through history
but when i read it
i reread the same page
charlemagne, charles v, protestantism, thirty years war, repeat
my hearts not interested in the facts right now
i want magic and romance
thats the way
never felt more alive in my fuckin life
always be in love
always let yourself be in love
thats the way
real dreamers are a rare breed
a-un