A Friday that feels like the bleakest of Mondays.
The sky is grey. From one building-strewn horizon to the other, an unbroken, almost featureless light grey. The light is sourceless; cars have puddles of shadow beneath them, but people have only the vaguest hint. Everything is ungrounded and ghostly.
Days like this remind me of home. Even the brightest of summer days had a little of this ethereal quality from the sheer volume of humid air the sunlight has to plow through to shine on New Orleans.
The sky is grey. From one building-strewn horizon to the other, an unbroken, almost featureless light grey. The light is sourceless; cars have puddles of shadow beneath them, but people have only the vaguest hint. Everything is ungrounded and ghostly.
Days like this remind me of home. Even the brightest of summer days had a little of this ethereal quality from the sheer volume of humid air the sunlight has to plow through to shine on New Orleans.
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Date: 2002-09-30 10:08 pm (UTC)When I was a little kid, I honestly thought that the sky was blue on some days, and white on others. I actually remember disbelieving when it was suggested to me that these might be clouds, and not the sky itself. Goes to show how our senses can fool us...
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Date: 2002-09-30 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-01 12:45 pm (UTC)as the candle burned and the Moths were wed.
And we'll all burn together as the wick grows higher—
before the candle's dead.
...damn you, that's going to be stuck in my head all day now...
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Date: 2002-10-05 08:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-07 01:05 pm (UTC)Wonder how soon they plan another album... been three years, now.
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Date: 2002-10-03 07:44 pm (UTC)