Today was... forgettable. In fact I have no memory of most of it. I do remember reading a very long thread about movies in GBS then playing some doom 3 with the shades drawn. I made a grilled tuna sandwhich for lunch that was really good. I danced, listened to Diana Krall. Had raspberry tea that was too strong and too cold.
The only things I did and cared about doing were walking the arboretum and watching Lost in Translation again. I've never walked the high path to the top of the atrium, and I got really sick of sitting, so I decided on a whim to hike it up. It was wonderfully unfamiliar. Today was absolutely gorgeous and I'm not usually in the atrium's high places in the sunlight. The smells, heat, and moist air brought back some very good camping memories. Something about forests and childhood. It all went swimmingly until I came back around to the path I walk home from work. I know that path inch by inch and have walked it with a very heavy heart lately. I was surprised to find the association so strong. I nearly wanted to turn around. But I knew I'd just be back there Monday morning and I need to snap out of it.
I hadn't seen Lost in a while and was pleasantly surprised to find it every bit as good as I remembered. I'll be the last to defend it on believability or character depth, but the film takes so much care in setting its mood that you can't help but go along. There's gotta be some heavy shit floating under my consciousness to have me watching both Solaris and this in the last two days. But I guess I'm at a loss at what else to do. It's strange to me, I'm pretty good at not being depressed, especially on holiday in the summer. But all too much I just find myself staring and not seeing, pausing but not anticipating, thinking but not concluding.
I almost can't wait to go back to work.
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