quinoa

My mailbox sucks because I get shit like "@acidrefluxtreatment is now following you on Twitter" and I haven't had, like, decent conversation in a long time wherein I feel comfortable enough to be equal parts self deprecating and self important, and my spectacle lenses are fogged up with raindrops and dirt but I can't be arsed to wipe them clean, and I am thinking of the sky and trying to remember it, how it looks when I am finally, for once, happy. 

I haven't read a poem that makes me go Yes This Speaks The Truth in a very long time, and in that same expanse of time, I haven't encountered an idea which I think novel and awesome. 

Actually I feel amazing right now because my parents love the garlic scape pesto I made and they're supportive of my quinoa-eating habit. After that they sliced me naval oranges and left pink grapefruit lemonade for my supper. Wow, affirmation really goes a long way!

In other news, I have just learnt of a piece of information that now compels me to re-evaluate my impressions of people (I mean this in a neutral, objective way) and myself, in relation to time and age and maturity and the future, etc. and this is not the platform to explicitly broadcast my thoughts in detail, but I'll be happier to discuss the general ideas behind such developments, and on a more fruitful level, what our limited perceptions say about our direct and indirect experiences of humanity. 

I'm also reading To The Lighthouse currently, which puts me in an annoying modernist-introspective-complexity of fractured vision and experience-streams of consciousness-EVERYTHING mood. Example of a sentence: "As he gazed out to the sea — the flow and ebb of the waves, eating up the land a bit at a time, what a lark, what a plunge — the curtains shifted, woven in the warm summer air, without the gentleness, kindness even, of a breeze etc. etc. etc."