listening station

I nearly lost it listening to Bright Eyes' "We are Nowhere and It's Now" off "I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning".

I went there (borders) in search of a few books -- none of which were in the store. Many of which required 7 days wait. I hadn't eaten breakfast and it was rolling into 4pm when I headed into the cd "stacks."

The listening stations had some good cd's lined up. I listened to a few tracks from an Iron and Wine offering, some Arcade Fire, Interpol, and a few others -- but "We are Nowhere and It's Now" plucked the heartstrings. It was an emotional swell that while surging with sadness was wonderful to have - Dionysian - reminding me that I am actually here.

I've begun reading Graham Greene's Brighton Rock. Last night, early introductions to the characters -- the words began to twine the net. Some observations.

The water washed round the piles at the end of the pier, dark poison-bottle green, mottled with seaweed, and the salt wind smarted on his lips.

Life was sunlight on brass bedposts, ruby port, the leap of the heart when the outsider you have backed passes the post and the colours go bobbing up. Life was poor Fred's mouth pressed down on hers in the taxi, vibrating with the engine along the parade. What was the sense of dying if it made you babble of flowers?

Man is made by the places in which he lives[...]

The mind has cracks.