Summer

Yesterday, I went outside. I had a pleasurable enough, if hot, walk around the yard. I took some uninspiring documentational pictures of the foliage. I weeded the herbs and cut the flower heads off the basil–when they tell you to pick basil before it flowers, it actually matters. While the leaves near the flowering tops still had a relatively “basil” flavor, they were simultaneously more bitter and distinctly metallic in comparison to younger leaves. A leaf left a weird feeling at the tip of my tongue even after I’d swallowed it. I also found a perfectly formed fallen bird’s nest–made with homogeneous straw of only two different colors (yellow and light brown). I would have tried to preserve it if there weren’t some possibility it could be harboring parasites, although that’s not likely since it looked completely unused.

When I was walking in the backyard, I took note of this odd purple-hued stuff growing amidst the grass in patches. And the grass was an incredibly rich green. It made me think that I really wished I could have some pot and observe it again–I’m sure the colors would look really saturated and fantastic. Still, I wish I had some (not that I’d be able to use it here). The blasé mood of the summer so far wouldn’t be improved, but pot would make it more enjoyable. I wouldn’t mind some cigarettes, either…

I also watched “Last Life in the Universe” this mornng. A great film with a limpid, pleasant pace and soundtrack. It makes me feel like going to Thailand (among other things mentioned in the previous paragraph). It’s one of the films where I don’t necessarily feel intensely while I’m watching it, but once it’s over I know that it’s one of my favorites.

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