Brains!

I’ve thought more about the spiders, and perhaps it all doesn’t mean anything at all. Maybe there was always spider activity from summer through fall, and I just didn’t know about it. And even if it does mean something, maybe it’s nothing more then a cooler summer.

In the morning when the light comes through the curtains of my window, as the sun rises, I imagine I’m in a farm house in the middle of some place flat and void of anything but waiting to be harvested crop. Down stairs I’d make an egg sandwich while chickens walked around my feet in and out of the open kitchen.

I had a very strange dream last night that I can hardly remember. But this entire week I’ve been vividly dreaming. I keep dreaming of Humboldt. I’m not going back there, why? Anyway…I wake up after and my insides feel like they’ve been filled with heavy mud. It’s not even that my joints are stiff from lack of exercise, it’s that even my skin, and my potbelly has been injected with something the weight and consistency of clay.

It’s occurred to me that I have hardly any inclination to ever go to New England, unless someone else came up with the idea first. I guess I’m way to interested in the ‘frontier’. You know like Idaho, I really want to go to Idaho, or even Utah. Clearly this is not for the exploration of culture (not saying there isn’t any in Idaho) but mostly for the landscape. I do however want to go to Georgia not sure why, as well as the Carolinas strictly for pork purposes.