the sound of silence

the city is inspiring, but the loneliness is deafening, but sometimes the loneliness--or, more like the lonesomeness--is sort of inspiring. it'll inspire me soon enough to make art -- out of inspiration or out of boredom, does it matter? i went out alone this evening, and i wish i had a dictaphone hooked up to my thoughts. upon moving, i've suddenly become a devourer of media once again. i went to the record store today...err, make that TWO record stores. proud? looking for the same old things from lately, no odawas, no early loney dear record. i instead got that new adem used. i heard it on the listening station, but i think i remember its recommendation? something, maybe in some past life. next was really blah tom yum noodle soup. i think i'm going to become a connoisseur on tom yum soup. i spent quite some time today studying various recipes for it. i also found a recipe that combined canned tuna with tom yum paste. hmmm. hmmmmmmmmmm. not sure really what to think of that. walking up and down bedford with the coffees, the juices, the health foods, the organic and local produces, the record stores, the places to drink whiskey, the dogs, the studios, the labels...you could have everything for a full life here within a mile radius. you wouldn't even need a bike. and the beach is here! in brooklyn! that really always excites me the most.

this entry didn't go as planned. it felt good to get out, so i couldn't keep up my solemn tone. smile. it's so quiet now; it feels so strange. like the loss of an arm or a pet or a favorite crazy lady standing on the corner every morning who always makes you laugh. but in the quiet, there's still this din, it's so faint, the faint tink of a metal connector in the mind. a soup can on one side of a string. it always baffled me how those worked.