turned.

the elixir of life can set things right! i pace the crowded room, morosely walking through each of them as they flick across my mind. lay down. see how long you can keep your eyes closed and maybe the next minute it will be morning. no chance. now they creep over me, only becoming visible when the squeeze between my fiercely shuddered eyes. stand up. get some water. lay back down. read for awhile. as the c:party crashers are quickly relating their lives to me, these ghosts pace the room, a flicker of consciousness in shadowed corner of this room, just beyond page 172. finally, a few hours uneasy rest. why is blink coming from the tent next to me in this encampment? reach for the opening. the flap on this tent feels like hard plastic. sunlight. stand up. brush teeth. get the elixir. they all fade away. the dreariness of what has sun soaked has faded away, but i haven't cared to notice. my thoughts are optimistic, undampened by the fedex man bringing my brother a zebra print tie. i am so excited to be regaled upon by durkheim, marx and weber for the afternoon. the day has turned, leaving me here and turned in on myself.