wolven7 | Mich hat er auch zum Weinen gebracht.

Dreams, last night, of summer dinners, in DC, on the front porches of the family houses on Jay Street. Trying to find the actual place of eating, while carrying my own food, trying not to let it spill. I had to drive and walk across train tracks, from parts of town that were Atlanta, to back alleys that were unmistakably DC.

I'm still sickish, and i think i may have a fever. Trying to keep the warmth up, to break it. That and the caffeine, and the rest of it.

I'm thinking about people i know, and their problems... Things they deal with, daily. It's odd...

I also had that kind of epiphanic moment, where i realised the kind of viral, voyeuristic window that online journals really are. The kind of thing where you sit back, and look into the bits and pieces of people you'd otherwise never get to see. Also as bits of Everyday, that are just... importantly banal... And i wonder how many of us really appreciate that, on that level. That getting to see people. Even if "Friends" and "Friends of" are often misnomers...

Working toward where they don't have to be.

Underbelly ramblings...