Lying on your bed
arms behind your head
music’s blaring
ceiling-staring
you really get an appreciation for minutes.

Wrote this in a tiny notebook with a big sticker on the front that says “THINK”:

4/10/03: Right now, I’m sitting on a wall overlooking the new freeway, #56. I’m between the bike path that runs alongside the freeway and the actual freeway, atop a concrete wall that serves as a barrier against those bikers that feel a sudden urge to veer off the path and race traffic.

[Diagram of the freeway, the wall, and the bike path. There’s a little surprised-looking face on top of the wall, with an arrow pointing at it labeled ‘Charlie’]

I’m bathing in the serenity here.

Aside from the occasional car engine, the sounds I’m left are my own beathing and a cricket symphony.

This is the sweetest isolation I’ve ever felt and all I can think about is wanting to share it with someone.

Getting chilly. Time to go.