An enjoyable afternoon.
I assisted in small ways the brewing of Gene's rye ale, so now the apartment smells like grain and hops. It is pleasant, I think. He's folding his laundry now and we're watching these odd Jiri Trinka shorts, wordless puppet animation. He's considered the master of the Czech puppets, or so my film teacher told me in Prague two summers ago. I found an NTSC copy in Bonton, and just dug it out of the closet while clearing space for books. Books overwhelm our home. Gene accuses me of causing them to multiply in some strange fashion, but I'm not the one who purchased two copies of
Waiting for Dark, Waiting for Light. There are three now, along with about eight copies of
Crime & Punishment and several other duplicates between our personal libraries.
We went out to eat earlier, and the first song on the radio was Prodigy's "Firestarter." Had to repress my laughter, but I was thinking of Dae and the Bills. Fire references of all kind keep popping up in my life.
My rings click sometimes, when I move my fingers. I feel it sometimes, moments aligning themselves into an improbable piece of poetry in the way we move.
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