Reality is a line (often brittle)
thickened by ever-morphing
values dependent upon
individual ideas of life
multiplied into a collective.

managed a couple hours of dream time...saw Vanilla Sky this morning at the point of desperate exhaustion...felt a little vertigo while watching Tom Cruise's character die...need to see the original...a friend had told me about it years ago...only just made the connection...but that's because i'm a dumb-ass...

I was thinking about how i saw Philadelphia yesterday...Neil Young's song came on at the end...raised all sorts of ephemeral associations...typically about the fragility of life...and the cliche precious qualities...

i make everything ugly....