9:30 a.m., November 5, 2009

This kind of fall day

So much like the early spring

So goddamned distant

photo d. martineau

7x My Size

Another song...

They say I've got to fight it

Say that's what I've got to do

Say I can dream up my own weapons

Say, "We believe in you!"

They say I've proved myself against many lesser guys

But this is seven times my size

They say I need the prize

But must not think about the purse

Say I must believe I'm good

Or I'll only end up worse

Say I've got no chains on me but those I forge myself

Architect of my own cell

Sister, will you arm me?

I dreamed my knives away

Sister, will you fight for me?

I'll gladly pay

And now it sits on me and I haven't got the strength

And now it jumps away and I haven't got the length

And now it blinds me, but I don't need my eyes

To know it's seven times my size

Do not believe her, when she says that you are strong

It's all deceit, sir, when she tells you you are long

It's always there, sir, from the cellar to the skies

And it's seven times your size

Election time tunnel

I was playing Manhunter: New York when this shit went down. Because you know what's coming, the raised-eyebrow glance over the glasses is thrilling. But because you know what's coming after what's coming, and then what came after all that, it ends up pretty depressing.