Thursday, October 23, 2003

In the next few months, everything could turn into the beginning of one marvelous dream with the business, or crash and burn into nothingness. But tonight, tonight at least, I feel strangely serene. As if I'm in some precise temporal bubble, where nothing can harm me regardless, success or failure. Last night, while I was sitting outside listening to Sigur Ros, the car engine off, enjoying nuances I'd never heard before, the fingers on the bass string, the breathing of a singer, even the slight hiss of the original tape, I noticed when I pulled the CD player cover off after track 4, that the CD was already 35 seconds into track five, 35 seconds I have no account of. And when I got back in the car, the track started at -12 seconds, and then went to 4 seconds, before starting again at 0. So that's still 27 net seconds unaccounted for, a lifetime, possibly, somewhere, spent and returned. The only thing I want if this thing really takes off, financially, is to get a car that is quiet inside, with a really, really good stereo system. 12:59:44 AM