liquid diets (or—what else are thursdays for?)

do you ever get the impression that you’ve just got way too many thoughts fucking around in your head and that even the act of trying to capture them into sensible text for anyone else, or even you, to decipher might just be an impossible task? tonight i thought that i might have some kind of strange unidentifiable fascination with things that glow. the light through the trees on my walk home in the perma-dusk of evening above the 501 building. the faint hint from the soda machines reaching out the windows at me from the art department. the weird phosphorescent light i saw the other day when i turned my ankle on a crack in the pavement in my-too-high-for-long-periods-of-wear black leather boots. the way i feel when i think about saying i love you.