tell me will you slow down at all

where the world are you?
have you waited long enough?

my mind is mush; i'm spent. halfway through the 1977 french film that obscure object of desire, and i already think it will be one of my favorites. like that midlake song i listen to at least 25 times a day, seems i've really been latching onto things lately. is it a media devouring kinda thing? hell if i know. sometimes i want to anthropomorphically transform my blog into a tangible, breathing, heart-beating living thing, curl up on the couch with the words [and the canvas, the potential for words] and sink into calm, quiet sleep.

this is a great article about trader joe's, and it answers many questions i've been wondering for so long. now i'm only a smidge skeptical it's a racket.

wake up in some wild, familiar time