particles and particles...

Down on Broadway, a Policeman is using the speaker in his car to command people outside of it. "You there!, come over here! Hey cabbie, pull over." Most of my plants are completely out of shape. They are overgrown, not well trained at all. I am being bullied by plants. Not a nice thought. The trash bag sock in the closet contains a lump of crumpled up yellow plastic-bags. Laundry is dropped off. Some of the shirts should be just dropped off in a place where they will not come back to me, but that's okay. My left thumb is healing on one side and hurting on the other. The lip decided to slightly split. It hurts. It will be okay. Or I will get used to not being able to smile. I should be drinking water, not coffee. I do not even like coffee. Poland Spring, the water in plastic bottles from Maine is now Poland Spring Brand, owned by the Swiss Nestlé birds and the water in the bottle in front of me actually comes from three different sources... perhaps, states the label. Mixing things up. It tastes like plastic. It is night in many good places... The globe is turning into position, the sun will soon be exactly above our heads. I will not know when this will be the case exactly... though wait, I just got this really nice software for this... My College just sent me an email, they are considering renaming themselves from the German "Hochschule für Gestaltung" into "Academy of Art and Design"... this makes me smile... ouch... it hurts my lip. Pressed the release of the camera about 30 times today. No drawings. Several emails. One conference call. One missed deadline. One bill paid. About 4 miles traveled. Vitamins eaten, cup of Nestlé water drunk, 70% chocolate eaten, cherry tomatoes enjoyed, yoghurt with strawberries, carrots... no coffee... really worried about my current inability to keep up friendships to people I actually very much care about. The universe is constantly shifting... hope some of my dearest new friends will understand that I sometimes withdraw for a little while to just recreate portions of myself. I really miss long conversations we would have on afternoons. Enjoying language at its best used to be most pleasant... a real part of it all... I will have to hold on to my thumb now. The water is nice on the table but it will be much better in my system. I will go see the sun. I will turn on some music now. Will close my eyes for a tiny while... There is a universe between the plastic bags and the completely overgrown plants... and yeah, that police man in his car is definitely part of it... who knows... or maybe it is not even about knowing at all... knowledge is probably overrated...