Last Thursday was filled with events and nuanced moments. Looking back, I see it as a dot-to-dot. First dot: people lost their jobs. Next dot: working until 10:00 PM. Next dot: the need for release, and the chance meeting with a few tiers of bosses, all with beers in hand. The rest of the dots came too quickly to connect.
There is no sense behind this post. I’m only six or sixty dots in, and the image to be revealed is a changed world. I just don’t know what that’s going to look like. There’s a restaurant two blocks from my house, and I’m there often, just staring down at the copper piping underneath the glass of the bar surface (pictured above). I fight insomnia at night and exhaustion in the morning. I still have a job.
Back to Thursday night. Like a series of nonsensical dreams, I popped in and out of numerous amalgamations of scenes: I ran into another ex-coworker who was laid off months before, just walking down the street. I made it into a cab twice. Then I was at Butts and Betty’s. I was the listening ear for a man coping with a loss. A man named Paul introduced himself and told me his whole life story on the spot. Then someone was asking for money. Then I was solving the Rubik’s cube in my neighbor’s living room, pontificating about the changing world we live in. I was fading in and out. I was hypnogogic. I was Mr. Sleepyhead.
Passion Pit: Sleepyhead
Passion Pit: Sleepyhead (Landau Wake Up Remix)