novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- daydream while sweeping i daydreamed up a scenario where i go yard sale hunting in the south bay and come across a tiny woman in a wicker chair, rocking back and forth on her perfectly manicured lawn. she sees me, smiles, offers me tea, and then has her son deliver any amazing antiques i choose to my apartment. the daydream son even hauls away my blocky ikea couch, bookcases. shelves, tv stand. and they are so nice. in this daydream. she explains that her son is here to help her move; she's going back to britain to live with his family. of course they have calming, slightly soft british accents and beautiful old furniture that they don't want anymore. (she's moving overseas. imagine the shipping prices!) and then my apartment is filled with beautiful things. things to be described with words like gilded, carved, rosewood, oak, tapestry, velvet, mahogany. sturdy and elegant. ornate and cushy. opulent and somehow impervious to little cat claws. i even daydreamed up a heavy rug, dark blue with peals of lighter colors, designed to look like whitecaps on a stormy sea. (my daydreams always let me down a little bit when i snap back to reality.) 9:36 am - 07.29.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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