Woke up this morning not knowing where I was again, I was so far away. LCD Soundsystem on the clock radio when it turned on -
And it keeps coming...
and it keeps coming...
and it keeps coming,
till the day it stops.
Yes, that's exactly how I feel these days. I was dreaming like crazy last night, probably because of the Pynchon book I'm reading. Mason and Dixon at the Cape, examining the flaws in the carapace. Mason and Maskeylyne at Saint Helena. Something that turns out to be weather blotting out the stars, looming in slowly from the Atlantic. And an image of Sevastopol harbor at night, waves crashing against the breakwater and a great black nothing beyond...
Then I remembered, oh wait, that wasn't a book, that was me... that time in Ukraine in 2005, sitting on the breakwater, staring out to the navigation buoys on the Black Sea, past the hundred meter-tall monument to the Russian fleet... The missile cruiser Ukraina resting quietly at anchor across the gap, just over my right shoulder, and a warm southern breeze from Asia Minor blowing through my hair. I'd almost forgotten.
It just keeps coming till the day it stops.
Posted by case at January 30, 2008 07:21 AM