THINGS I MUST DO

1. Return Zombieland
2. Fix Banjo
3. Buy NMH record Sat.
4. Buy disposable camera
5. Take pictures of everyone
6. Clean out tank
7. Write more
8. Clean room

I was told by two different people on seperate occasions that I remind them of this character:

Clara

Clara is barely aware of the material world. She is most interested in communicating with spirits and only pays attention to mundane details such as domestic chores in times of extreme necessity. Clara is often described as floating through the world. At times, this refers to her literally levitating, at others it shows the way she is able to ignore much of what she does not want to deal with. Clara’s temper is extremely calm. She inspires great respect and devotion in all those who meet her, from Esteban to his sister Ferula to his foreman Pedro Segundo. Although she can see it in advance, Clara never fights her destiny. She is not, however, passive. When she faces a situation that she does not like, she proceeds to change it in quiet, subtle ways, such as adding little rooms to the big house on the corner bit by bit until, although it looks the same on the outside and is completely transformed. Clara’s character changes very little as she grows from a young girl to an old woman.

Cody

I think the best way I can describe how my brain works is to explain about the mental map of everything I keep inside my head.

I can remember every where I've ever been in incredible detail. I can tell you where the pens were on a hotel desk I saw once.

22:58Me

ok

22:58Cody

But that's not what's weird. A lot of people can do that. I can tell you what's behind that desk even though I never saw it. It's not what is factually back there, but my brain automatically fills in the blanks with what would make sense to be there.

So the entire planet is mapped out in my head even though I've never seen it. I can tell you what color the alarm clock is on the bedside of a banker in belgium. It won't be anywhere near right unless by luck, but I can tell you what it looks like in my head.

As I see more and more of the world it updates this map with what is really there.

But even as I walk down the street and look at the front wall of a house, I can already see what the inner layout looks like, what the people look like, how they act, etc. Just based on whatever visual or whatever clues I can get.

All this happens automatically.

23:01Me

so when you first see a person you automatically make up your mind about who they are

and they can change it with time

but initally you go into a conversation thinking you know them

because thats what i do, just with people though

23:01Cody

Well to an extent. I know a bit more than meets the normal eye but usually I don't start gathering data until we really talk.

Body language, slight voice inflections, eye movement, how they dress, how they act about how they dress, all this tells me information that I gather and corelate automatically.

23:02Me

so if i were to ask you to read me... what would you say?

23:04Cody

I'm not garunteeing anything. Only met you once but I'll try. You're very conscious of your surroundings in that you won't talk too loud if there is someone sitting nearby. You're loyal to your friends but also you are an individual and occasionally the two ideals conflict. Your purse is new, I think. It looks new and you didn't seem quite sure what to do with it due to the long shoulder strap. You're used to getting what you want but not in a spoiled or stubborn way, it's just a fact of life.

23:05

You've already let me go, why can't I do the same?

It's funny how you don't even realize the power you have over me, and even if you do, your unwillingness to grasp it is more painful than anything.

Daylight by mike bruno + the black magic band

Daylight by mike bruno + the black magic band

I loved you best in the summer,

hair unkempt and warnings unconsidered

the roads we wandered already bleached white with memory

Lost grip on realities I created

webs spun with promises of tomorrow

and the next day, and the day after that day, and the day after that

But they passed so quickly

regrets stunted with smoke to keep me coughing

I tried to fill my chest with anything but the absence of you.