12.27.2012 - 12.27.2012
Feeling cinematic right now, possibly due to the Colombian rancheras playing over the speakers at the camp. It roused me from my hammock, and now I'm sitting at the table with all my hair resting on my right shoulder, which usually makes me feel warm toward myself. Or maybe the feeling comes from reading Roberto Bolaño--yes, I'm still reading 2666--which always leaves me filled with admiration and chaos. So here I am gazing soft-eyed at the overcast sky for no particular reason except that my heart feels full. And why should my heart be full? That mysterious, delicious cinematic feeling.
It's after Christmas now. The others have all left. A lovely, terrible solitude threatens, beckons. And, behind that, peace.