GOODMORNING MARCH
saturday afternoon i took a train to south san francisco, where i picked up a car & pointed it straight at the sunset. i have friends who live on the coast just north of devil’s slide, & i’m housesitting this week. it took only one evening of television to completely wreck my mood… i have no tv at my apartment (internet is tv since 2004!). so i went outside & sat on the curb, beneath the dim starlite & damp chill of this pacific seaside. i played songs on a guitar & drank homebrewed double ipa’s that my nice friends had left for me. still i felt restless. later i fell asleep on the couch w/my face pressed into a jacket. i woke up sunday morning, j’ai brossé les dents, grabbed a book & walked to the beach. the sun was holy. i paced back & forth on the sand while reading the birth of tragedy to myself in whispers. eventually i realized how weird that was & retreated behind a concrete wall, which also blocked the wind. the seagulls overhead cast funny bird-shaped shadows on the ground around me & i had trouble concentrating… even the sounds of crumbling waves cast a sleepy haze. i returned to the house, found an ideal spot in the backyard, set up a plastic reading throne & switched books. before long i was simply lying on the concrete, half-asleep & hopeful.
