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rejectomorph) wrote2022-10-11 09:01 am
rejectomorph) wrote2022-10-11 09:01 am
Reset Forty-Five, Day Six
Oddness continues. Monday is a blur, and for all I know I spent it in some feverish fantasy world, or comatose, or maybe dancing. If I dug into my memory I might find out, but it seems pointless at this point. Something or nothing happened and I don't much care what it was. It's over anyway. What I do remember is taking the trash wheelie bin to the street, making a sandwich, and then getting sleepy before midnight and lying down to nap, then waking up around half past four this morning and seeing moving light on my wall as the early rising neighbor backed his car out of the driveway on his way to work.
Since then I've had some orange juice and some iced tea and a donut, and listened to the early morning traffic on the freeway. This al seems pretty normal, except for the hour at which it's happening. It isn't the life I once had, which impinges now and then on the present, and then gets reforgotten. There are all sorts of things I ought to do, but I probably won't do any of them. Vegetating is what I do best anymore, and I should stick to what I know. I could look for trouble, or just sit here and wait for it to find me.
If I just sit here and wait I can watch music videos until trouble arrives. Here is a song I found this year, but it haunts me as though I'd been hearing it all my life, or longer. The post-hardcore band Castele are supposed to be from Colorado, but I think they could be from a parallel universe I might have fallen out of and forgotten. Singer Gabriel TerKuerst is as musical when he screams as when he croons, there is imaginative and evocative guitar work from Tomas Salgado playing a seven string instrument with fanned frets, and bassist Zac Blum supports the guitar quite deftly with great subtlety. Drummer Tristan Cates gets into some very rich and complex polyrhythms. I don't know who wrote the lyric, but I'm quite impressed by it. (The video comes with a photsensitive epilepsy warning due to flashing lights, but it didn't give me any fits.)
Since then I've had some orange juice and some iced tea and a donut, and listened to the early morning traffic on the freeway. This al seems pretty normal, except for the hour at which it's happening. It isn't the life I once had, which impinges now and then on the present, and then gets reforgotten. There are all sorts of things I ought to do, but I probably won't do any of them. Vegetating is what I do best anymore, and I should stick to what I know. I could look for trouble, or just sit here and wait for it to find me.
If I just sit here and wait I can watch music videos until trouble arrives. Here is a song I found this year, but it haunts me as though I'd been hearing it all my life, or longer. The post-hardcore band Castele are supposed to be from Colorado, but I think they could be from a parallel universe I might have fallen out of and forgotten. Singer Gabriel TerKuerst is as musical when he screams as when he croons, there is imaginative and evocative guitar work from Tomas Salgado playing a seven string instrument with fanned frets, and bassist Zac Blum supports the guitar quite deftly with great subtlety. Drummer Tristan Cates gets into some very rich and complex polyrhythms. I don't know who wrote the lyric, but I'm quite impressed by it. (The video comes with a photsensitive epilepsy warning due to flashing lights, but it didn't give me any fits.)