Tokyo Skies

You can't see

The legendary flashingneon

skyscrapers of Tokyo

from here.

Below lies a field a spiderweb of lights.

Ebbing and flowing.

Just like any you can see

from high above

in the United States.

But as I strain

for something below

anything, really

I notice a lonely road

separated from the rest of the suburbs

by an expanse of black

and there's just one car on it now

one set of headlights

going

somewhere.

Who's in that car?

A guy?

A girl?

A car full of friends?

Someone coming from a party where they embarrassed themselves in front of the guyslashgirl that they've been harboring a crush for for well years?

A trio returning from a concert oh let's say two girls and a guy and the guy and one of the girls are dating but the second girl secretly love the guy but tells everybody including herself too that they're just friends and that's all she wants (in Japanese, of course).

Is it hard for the driver to see 'cause they've been crying too hard?

Laughing too hard?

Too drunk?

Too stoned?

Or is it just a normal drive home from a job that is performed some same way every day and the drive is so routine that the driver will forget it as soon as they reach their destination?

How are they/he/she dressed?

How do Japanese kids dress, anyways?

The hipsters?

The nerds?

The gangsters?

The these categories even relevant?

Is there any way that these people this person in that car down there has any idea that a tiny person in a window seat

(no i lied I'm in the aisle I want that window seat so I can see better)

in a tiny place

thousands of feet

above has thought

so very much

about them?

Has anybody passing over me, when I'm behind two (2) headlights by myself on a lonely road

ever thought about wondered about

me?

I hope so.

Jam

And now, a digression on 'jam:' that I just thought of while writing my away message:

When I'm older and bearded and in a jam band with Noah, it's occurred to me that we should only have rehersals in our pajamas. Secondly, we should have a bunch of songs about how good smuckers' jam is. Specifically, about how when you're making a pie and you have to get a lot of jam in there, you know, like jam it down and stuff.

This means We'll have a jam jam jam jam.

Solsbury Hill

This is the sort of song that needs to be playing already in the background of a near perfect night oh there needs to be four people in a car not a new car no but and older car a loved car with a name and at least one of the four people in the car needs to be smoking a cigarette quiety and no one is speaking but that feeling of overbearing content is speaking instead oh let's say these four just finished running madly through an amusement park or dancing across the ground at a concert not a hard rock concert but something with dance and groove where more people were smiling than not anyways back to the car the car sails up through a freeway overpass, and just as the song reaches a minute and fifteen seconds you know when the drums roll down and the bass drops yeah that part anyways right then the car starts down the overpass and the driver punches the car into fifth gear not trying to time it with the music but it is perfect then the night and no one realizes it but everybody can feel it then.

I'm drinking wine out of a plastic cup with skulls around it.

I feel like I should blog. This is probably because I should be applying to grad schools or working on my fucking writing that's been unfinished for so long and here I have the house to myself and a computer and a little blinking cursor and sure I feel creative but damn not in a way where I want to move myself towards my future.

Thank god for myspace.

Who reads these blogs, anyways?

Two stories.

A) I was talking to a little girl at the camp I work at oh no not as Robin but as Baloo about a dream she has, where she just falls and falls and is scared until she realizes that she's going to fall forever and then just sort of starts to enjoy the ride and starts doing flips and laughing and really enjoying herself but it's at this point that she wakes up.

B) Last night Noah and I were talking about this amazing flaming lips show we saw a few days ago, and specifically how good the song, 'Do you Realize," is. There's this lyric,

Do you realize that everyone you know, some day will die?
Instead of saying all of your goodbyes, let them know you realize that life goes fast, it's hard to make the good things last, you realize that the sun doesn't go down, it's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round.

...Which would be so over-the-top and bombastic from almost any other artist, it's the sort of thought you'd have on Mushrooms and decide that's the way that everyone should live their lives and then wake up and think, yeah, well, ok, and go back to the way you were living before.

But from the Flaming Lips?

It's amazing.

I think these two stories are related.

But I've had a lot to drink.





And the faders move
And the music dies
As we pass over
On the arc of time