travel log...

30 July
heading up north, not very far, but away from here. clouds are massing behind the mountains and I think we are headed strait for them. the heat is dry and unmoved by the wind pouring in from my open window. I fear I am equally unmoved by my driver's now occational emotional outbursts. perhaps I'm a bitch for being unfeeling, but that's how things are at the moment, and I am not going to do anything about it right now. i'll have to be nice and good when we get there.


the hills are having their usual calming effect on me. the mulitude of greens, subtle and drastic at the same time are soothing my distressed heart, playing the part of a cool balm on the rawness i feel. there are moments I feel like some sort of vampire, preying on the emotions and affections of the unsuspecting, and at the same time, willing sweet fools who take what I offer...

am i imagining or can i really feel the residue of the cigarette smoke at the back of my throat... the feel of the dry paper on my lips and the warm greyness in my mouth are vividly impressed upon my senses. i want...

31 July
so apparently, given the right conditions, it is possible for gasoline to vaporize in the fuel lines before it reaches the engine. this is damaging to the performance of the vehicle and general mental health of its occupance. Fortunatly, it does not take long for a small car to cool down on the side of the freeway, even in 100* weather...