.

"and if I only could, I`d make a deal with god
and I'd get him to change our places."

or words to that effect. those lyrics have been running
through my head since early this morning. it's been
that kind of a day. and it ends with a slow mist rising
from the bay under an orange half moon. the city,
the work, the gym, the art, none of it matters to these
concluding moments in the dark. perhaps that's the
point, that there is no point other than these concluding
moments in a day that replays a song as the next best
thing to a dream.