futurebird's Diaryland Diary
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terrible euphoria
It looks like a good day or night for a run.
I tried to run but I was so overcome by a kind of terrible euphoria when I reached the part of the road behind the green houses that overlooks the glittering pittsburgh skyline that I had to stop.
Too much light was getting in my eyes. Every lamp and tower and window had a little halo. It all looked unearthly from that distance. If I only could walk through life squinting so that every person was just a brilliant point of light. (nothing like George Bush�s thousand points of light . . . a real point.-- the substance of the image he tried to swindle so many people with) I think if I could see the world that way all the time I�d be fabulously unproductive . . . but I wouldn�t care. I�d be happy. There�d be no need no need to do art to write to try to explain and justify my misery . . .(oh misery is an overstatement my annoyance and confusion, rather). I feel like I�m a sleeper who�s not quite awake most of the time, but hen my eyes were fully open.
07:07:48 - 2000-11-25
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