Yes..... there's more

Along with the attitude and mood swings of the last year or two. Ninny has also re-discovered his love of decent public transportation. It had been since Portland that Ninny had truly embraced a Metropolitan transit system, but in San Francisco, MUNI provides. One fond activity of Ninny's while riding said transit system is the phone journal. When random thoughts, images, or tangents strike him, Ninny enters them into the trusty notepad. Here then, are some of them for you to read.

The first dates back to the awakening from the depression mentioned in a previous post:

"A dry hole in my chest like opening my eyes wide on a grey clouded day.

Unclear if it's an absess or an additive;

It it's guilt, sorrow, or something yet to be named."


And then it continues:

" He took in the view as a starving man his meal. The wet city, shrouded in grey, as though all the towers, turrets, sky scrapers, and piers were nothing more than delicately balanced droplets, posed and ready to be consumed by the parched. He gasped at the audacity of such a vision, yet kept driving as though it were unseen."

And finally, while listening to José Gonzalez for the first time in a long while:

"Plucked, syncopated, alone.
Echoes of conscience, subconscious, dreams;
The shadowy intonation of solitary.

Luxurious and guilt inducing as though allowing oneself to slowly sink into a deep feather bed for one. The sounds, emotions, and implied actions surround the mind as down feathers. Insulating in, and from, the world. A safety net from loneliness, a shield from unwanted cerebral intrusion, cloaked in tenor and timbre."