spooning instant coffee into my cup this morning, this passsage came to mind. i don't usually associate spoons with coffee as i don't stir (i drink drip, black), so i suppose it isn't too strange that i shouldn't always think of it when having my morning coffee, even though i live many of the moments of my life with this poem playing in the back of my head. i don't know why, but prufrock has made its nest in a corner of my brain mind is in it for the long haul, it has become a part of me, i think of the words as my words, words i can use whenever i want or need.
i just got the shivers for no reason, what i jokingly call my my tourette's and what hayley seriously calls 'my soul catching up to me.' it has been happening less and less on this soul-searching journey- indeed i can't remember the last time i had this sensation- so i believe your theory more than ever now hayley, my soul is keeping the pace with my activity.
but! i feel like i can't even stay on top of this blog! forget the past and the present, how am i supposed to stay on top of them when i am already having what nabokov calls future recollections...as i sit here writing i know that definitely, without doubt, at some point in the distant future i will look back on this very moment, or this very situation at least. in that way, i am not even experiencing this moment in real time, i am out of time somehow.
and out of time to write, though i did want to mention that we spent from dusk til dark last night on a glassy lake with the mosquitoes and a half-sunken pier and many multicolored flashlights. i sunk a small wooden toy boat and nearly ruined my camera in the wake of a real boat. i promise more concrete information and maybe even some more photos soon.
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