still remember the way around you

i find out this weekend about a place in greenpoint, a place i'd be paid for through march. march. march is in only six days. less than a week. this is where my highly-inflamed sense of event kicks full force. i'd actually have two rooms...subletting in ny and having two rooms for a very reasonable price. two rooms...a room with a bed and a room with a computer. but paid for march, i wouldn't be able to move until about mid-march, but that's still less than a month.

sure, moving is imminent but there's still just talk of the past. we talk about taking off and squatting and old dreams and new dreams and if old dreams can become new dreams, or rather, if they should be. shining a flashlight again on all the little coincidences, all the stupid little things that link us over and over and over again, things equally fascinating and futile. taking x-rays of song lyrics and scratching away at them like fiendish animals. taking x-rays and negatives of every word, and flipping the future around, devouring it from angle after angle; concerned about regrets. if only i could could sing or strum..strum something, or bang on something over and over again or make some kind of sound, pleasing or unpleasing or even far too quiet...if that if any of that or just one tiny baby particle of that.