sat 12 apr 2008 15:41:06 — witte de withstraat
dust clouds
on friday morning i had to get up early and wait upstairs for the men from miele to come replace the drum on the washing machine.
i looked out the little window in the door, watched dust clouds pouring from the building two doors to the east, where behind a huge pink sheathe they are sandblasting and grinding away. the dust is coating everything in the street. a woman cycled by holding her scarf over her face until she'd passed. when the miele men showed up the one said "het is best stoffig daarbuiten!"
last night right after jk went to bed, michele came over to see marina, and the three of us all sat on the sofa for several hours talking and drinking all jk's booze. well not all of it, we're not superman.
we talked about lust being someone calling us, a complex call through our biology, summoning us. but is that calling soul a person, or an experience?
today, marina made lunch: sandwiches with tomato, basil leaves and mozarella, veggie burgers and beans, and she and jk and i ate outside in the back garden at the little iron table under the cherry tree. the sunshine was crossthreaded with shadow and wind.
it seems like we and all our friends are having some kind of trouble. some have worse trouble than others.
vinz is learning to make music with "garageband". he sent me a couple of sample rhythm tracks.