I sleep in a room with no windows.
Wine. Video chat blooming in the heart. Later, on the deck we talk about
money while it snows. He smokes a cigarette and for me the wine
starts pouring into the landscape. The lights are softer and the mist
is red like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer; Christmas Eve-esque
ambiance. Except that's the feeling of the mist, the actual color is
infinitely dark yellow. Halloween as a deity.
Tomorrow morning we go on a hike at
Eldorado Canyon State Park near Boulder. It's $8 bucks to walk the
Rattlesnake Gulch Trail. Is it dripping from the pine trees or is it
snowing? Sun on the snow on the trees. Oh crystals of tiny-wide
majesty teach me how to breath again! A train needles through trees
near the summit like in a children's book. The Continental Divide is
a panorama of unfathomable real estate. How can one own mountains?
Who made that tunnel through the mountain? Who lives in that cabin?
How am I now eating Spicy Chicken Ramen, sub Pork Belly, with spicy
edamame and soft shell crab buns, with a "modern whiskey" that has lemon
foam and sprig of mint that looks like the dove branch from Noah's
Ark landing, crepuscular rays forking into the new world like a
celestial carnivore?
The Bernese Mountain Dog in the 1.5
million dollar Denver apartment barks at the human shadow in the street. The
Denver Nuggets are in the 4th Quarter against the Bulls.
It's officially Halloween and the adults dress up to forget
themselves while the kids find themselves in the streets. Satan
orders wings. The wall is on fire to keep us warm.
Bird scooters await their orders, dormant, like Black Mirror-Robo Dogs.
Tomorrow taking him to the airport he
asks if I want to go to space? I say yeah I want to start "The Free
Jazz Zero Gravity Big Band." No gravity and no sound. The furthest
edge of music where everyone can go ape shit bananas in space suits
and no one will hear anything. The ecstatic boredom of total freedom.
The complete elimination of dynamics from music. I imagine not being
able to use the rebound of the sticks and the drums themselves now floating away and essentially deconstructing into a wild piece of
visual art, a feral mobile, cut loose from the ceiling, headed for the
absolute-zero wilderness of empty space.