Early to rise

28.1.2009

Monday was 9, yesterday was 8. I’m up at 7 this morning. In the instant all I knew was I was now awake but had just been dreaming vividly, then I realized my need to micturate must have risen my awareness. Yeah then I began to remember what I was dreaming of, though it slips away so easily once you find yourself on the cusp of the day. Matthias is an early riser now so I found him with coffee and the amazing notion of reading to wake up! Reading always puts me to sleep at night and I can barely accomplish any, but I can see this works much better . If I go back to sleep I’ll surely just waste the hours, though I do need my rest. An early day will help my schedule of exercise in the morning, or it might be that I am already regulating myself to the day. That’s what I would prefer, to be in touch with the day as it rises and falls and to keep myself in check and stimulated. Speaking of that, the windows of the apartments facing my room from across the street are gratuitous squares into a person’s morning life. With the night yet but lifted these early risers who flip their lights make themselves vulnerable to their reflections, subtle forms behind transparency awash. There is something beautiful about humanity when you are not sure and all the same it does not matter because it is so blatant as to be naked. We want only our imagination but accept being faced with stark truth because it is so pure. To be filthy can be so pure if one purges oneself (or especially if another) of the layers of obscuring dredge.

In any case, vouyeurism is a keen mind and an eye of equality.