details remembered/forgotten three

[the week of february 1-7]

I went on a hike through Green Lakes State Park yesterday [16,540 steps] to find my head

and sing Fever Ray’s “When I Grow Up” to the point of meditation

When I grow up
I want to be a forester
Run through the moss on high heels
That’s what I’ll do
Throwing out boomerang
Waiting for it to come back to me

When I grow up
I want to live near the sea
Crab claws and bottles of rum
That’s what I’ll have
Staring at the seashell
Waiting for it to embrace me

I put my soul in what I do
Last night I drew a funny man
With dark eyes and a hanging tongue
It goes way bad
I never liked a sad look
From someone who wants to be loved by you

I’m very good with plants
When my friends are away
They let me keep the soil moist
On the seventh day I rest
For a minute or two
Then back on my feet and cry for you

You’ve got cucumbers on your eyes
Too much time spent on nothing
Waiting for a moment to arise
The face in the ceiling
And arms too long
I wait for him to catch me

Waiting for you to embrace me

and make a list of the first three professions that came to mind alternative to an academic: [lighthouse keeper] or [welder] or [miniature/diorama architect/constructer]. the woods make one daydream hands on.

in the rule of three, I came up with my top songs to break up with myself [for when I lose sense and thread— and composure] to:

The Velvet Underground’s “Pale Blue Eyes”

 

Björk’s “All is full of love”

 

and Purity Ring’s “Cartographist”

 

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