A foolish heart embarrassment was all that was left to me

[darkluna]

Had a chai craving and called Miss zinnea, but alas! When we got to the chai place we saw that the bastards were closed!

But we got coffee and wandered a bit, taking an educational route past places of historical interest (causing me to flash back to high school and my friend giving a mock tour of Missionary Ridge Elementary: "This is the original broken glass to the building..."), and ended up getting more coffee in a place that was apparently a waystation in the Hottie Holding Area. It did wonders for my creeping ennui and those feelings of What's The Sodding Point.

Now I am too caffeinated to sleep, so here is some culture.


You Are At The Bottom Of My Mind
by Iain Crighton Smith

Without my knowing it you are at the bottom of my mind
Like a visitor to the bottom of the sea
With his helmet and his two large eyes
And I do not rightly know your appearance or your manner
After five years of showers
Of time pouring between me and you:

Nameless mountains of water pouring
Between me hauling you on board
And your appearance and manner in my weak hands
You went astray
Among the mysterious plants of the sea-bed
In the green half-light without love

And you will never rise to the surface
Though my hands are hauling ceaselessly
And I do not know your way at all,
You in the half-light without sleep
Haunting the bed of the sea without ceasing
And I hauling and hauling on the surface.