Broken Boxes

 Jan 30, 2024


    I’m going to do a second training shift at the Greek restaurant tomorrow. I think I’m a little annoyed. I wonder how much unpaid training there’s gonna be. I guess I can’t complain. It’s not like Tech 5 is getting me work anyways. 
    The people at the Greek place were really nice last time I went. Hopefully it all works out. 

    I’ve been uploading tons of writing to the blog. There’s so much! I’m glad it’s all organized so well. 

    It’s starting to come together. It feels like the kind of thing I’ve wanted for a long time. A creative space where I can include my writing, photos, music and videos. It’s public, but without followers or comments. It’s perfect. 

    Today I hung out in the park by my place. It was nice. I sat on the grass and played some guitar. I also read sone of ‘The Celestine Prophecy.’ Then I went home for lunch. 
I returned to the park with my laptop and guitar and recorded some music. I was working on ‘Like A Tree’. 

    Nine boxes fell from a shelf. A music producer cursed in anger. He started sorting through the mess.
The Beatles entered the room. They were dirty and greasy. 
“What’s on the floor?” Asked John.
“It’s all your sounds,” explained the producer. 
Paul’s eyes became wide like dinner plates. “That’s wonderful! Can I fuck ‘em?” 
George and Ringo roared with laughter. John clapped his hands and jumped around. 
The producer began sweating anxiously. 

   

     Dreams

    I was walking with Skye. We were crossing over the bridge by Danforth Station. We were heading to the subway.
    She asked about my plans for the future. I said I was thinking about being in Toronto for Christmas and New Years, then going to the UK. 


    I was at church. Greg from Castro’s was there. 

    I was in the bathroom of a meditation centre. I was talking on the phone with someone at the front desk. I was asking about their schedule. The woman said they were open in the early morning and in the evening. 
    Suddenly the woman on the phone was outside the door. She was violently trying to open it. I kept slamming on the door to show that the bathroom was occupied. I was really freaked out. 
    We were still having a very cordial conversation on the phone during this. I said that those available times would be perfect.