anarchist's picture

House of Leaves is getting me through my three-hour driving classes and my bed, Have A Nice Life, and more House of Leaves are getting me through the rest of life. I still haven't heard from yk, so I'm going to go ask him in person what's up, or at least whoever's at his house. I told my father, and he seems fine with bringing me to his house, since it's pretty close to where we live. I just want to see him again, or at least hear his voice. I need to know that he's still real and still the same person I saw two weeks ago.

I dreamt of finally meeting yk, and having an unforgettably wonderful time with him; it was the happiest I had been all summer. Unfortunately, I then awoke to the realization that his silence actually is real, a fact that I still don't understand at all. That wasn't the first time I'd had a dream like this, and I hate it every time I do, because it feels so real, much more so than any other dreams I have. It all feels so wasted when I wake up and figure out that it wasn't genuine. It seemed so real that I almost believe it was a telepathic connection. Or at least I hope it was. This morning proceeded the way nearly every other morning this summer had: me lying in bed until about 4PM, then only showering because I had to go to my driving class. I need this to end.

I'm over halfway through House of Leaves and I'm making music with a friend tomorrow. I'm going to New York this weekend, and I'm a bulldozer in an empty field. Or maybe just a dozer in an empty room.


elph's picture

If he lives close to you...

why does your dad have to provide transportation? Just do it!

anarchist's picture

Well he doesn't live within walking distance.

It would take a few hours to walk to his house.