These are a few notes I made last week on the go. It's super convenient having a smartphone to write down things to say in the blog. The first is about an art exhibit I saw in Richmond, the second bit is about a moth I saw outside a gas station, the last bit is quite boring. You may skip that if you wish. I'm contemplating purchasing this domain name. It is $10 for a year. Not sure if I care enough though. But first, the most amazing idea for a story to ever fall in anyone's lap...
Following the events taken place on the infamous September 11th, 2001, much of the country unfurled their phobias and madness in unrelenting patriotism. In the midst of this three friends embarked on an escape from the city towards the west. These three friends were Michael Jackson, Marlon Brando and Elizabeth Taylor. This is a road trip that will forever be lost in the imaginations of thousands. I have taken it upon myself to begin the story.
2:45 a.m. Thursday
I don't know what to make of it. Last Monday I visited the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond. My mother obtained free tickets for the Picasso exhibit so me amd my lady friend made a day of it. The Picasso was wonderful of course. Much of it I hadn't been exposed to previously. Never the less it was enjoyed. What I enjoyed more were the Artists I had much more invested in. I enjoyed the Lichtenstein works and many others. At one point in the museum, I happened across an Installation called "Buddha Watching T.V" by Nam June Paik. After watching the awakened one watching the awakened one on T.V via a stationed camera, I listened intently as a Mother explained to her two small curious children what they were looking at.
10:25 p.m. Saturday
I notice a beautiful flying insect leaving the store. It looks like a butterfly but I don't believe butterflies are nocturnal. Maybe a moth. From my car, I sit waiting for someone to notice it. A little girl and her mother pass it. I hope she notices it. I hope the fluorescent green insect excites her or she cringes at it. She doesn't. I'm parked in a handicap space. The moth swoops and dives in these incredible broad arches. But I think its injured. The movement almost seem violent. Its a little frightening.
1:21 a.m. Tuesday
Meh. I need to be sleeping. In a few minutes I will be. I'm just putting the last touches on this post. In a few hours I will wake up and slump into the passenger seat of my mother's car where I will be driven to my girlfriend's place. I'm hoping I'll be able to get back to sleep once I get there. I have been on a very irregular sleeping pattern lately. I tried breaking it today by getting up early but I fell asleep twice this afternoon. This succession of getting carted around everywhere is killing me. I've had a few questions about selling the guitars. Hopefully I'll get the funding for the engine soon.
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