02/12/2005 19:06:06 EST • tags: scintillating_bullshit
today aaron and I had cigarettes on the fourth floor of the fletcher building, overlooking a construction site. I got nostalgic.
I said:
"that first year or sp I had out of [undergraduate college], that was the best, because I spent like 12 months doing ugly shit for corporations, right, but then I took four months to go to australia. I worked my own shit the whole time I was there. it was great. I mean, I'm still sort of mining the shit I did there for my corporate money type work and shit. achieveing that kind of balance, like on the regular, is kind of like the holy grail of this kind of work and shit."
I also said:
"once, in australia, we were fantastically drunk and high and fucked up and whatnot, and we went out walking in collingswood. we found this one garage, right, that was always open, night and day, but never with anyone inside, right? and so we walked up through it to the roof. the building was a large squat structure with a taller, narrower one coming off the top? and we found this fucked up shantytown just like built there on the roof. it was, like, straddling the HVAC systems for the lower building and shit. it was some crazy shit.
"but so this other night, we were even drunker and more fucked up, and this one friend of ours was with us. he was leaving that night, like he was getting in a cab to the airport at like 4AM. so we took him up through the garage to see the shantytown. but it was gone, like, totally demolished, right? and there was this huge hole punched through the building's core, so of course we crawled through and found this enormous labyrinthine network of crazy disorienting shit. it was nuts. we went back on several occasions, taking pictures and recording it all, and all that. this one time, like, the last time we were there, we'd been marching though it all and we found this big... gate. like, hrm, like a garage door, you know? and we pulled it up and there was the street. I will never forget that shit. it was so crazy, to see the street there, I mean like it was the last thing we expected. we were so twisted around and disoriented that we thought we were either miles underground or, like, high above everything, right? and so to see the street there was so ultra fucked. I pray to god that I will one day be that deliciously disoriented in a relatively safe way sometime again."
yeah. so far it's been a nice fucking day. kevin called me up at like ten, telling me he was passing through. I got my hungover ass out of bed and he rolled up. in the course of 30min we dropped like 6gigs music on each other and babbled excitedly about our parallel interests, stories of people we knew, and other such shit. he split and I went and ate blueberry pancakes. there was coffee and cigarettes, as well. now I'm in the studio sorting it all out in itunes, and I'll go back soon to further unfuck my apartment, put the books back on shelves, etc etc. yes.
yes!
-fish
