on my way to lake tahoe

2004-10-14, 11:10 a.m.

there is a pressure from the outside that, by grabbing two junctures that exist in the timeline of a year, and pressing them together so that the molecules of the moments become intimately acquainted, they temporarily follow a straight line as one entity. i watch one unfolding, constant creation, an ongoing genesis that shows no sign of stopping, while the other is feeding information introveinously to this young companion. i want this all to be pregnant with the possibilities; of physics vice, and logical misbehavior, and epiphonic dialogues at 3 am. when i get back i hope to have found at least one of those in this euphoric partner to the past.