My thoughts have been very rilke...

Hard to describe the last few weeks without being completely coy with all of you but suffice it to say I am looking for the Photoshop equivalents here in my life.

This photo, a few minutes ago, was a dark blur of an early morning, pre-dawn snapshot of a sleeping man, indistinguishable, almost forgotten--not quite, but almost. How wonderful then, to open this up on Photoshop and tweak the levels.

Yeah, there are some pixels that have misspoken to me of that morning but for the most part...

The Hoff, sleeping in my bed, annoyed that I have to get up early to go to my job while he, the grad student, enjoys sleeping in until ten or eleven.

I wish I could tweak the levels of my life. There doesn't seem to be enough luxe shining into my eyeballs these days. Things seem darker than usual. I am walking over to the southern-facing window and holding things up to the sun to read their typos.

I need to find a way to adjust the levels...

My thoughts on the guy these past few weeks have been very Rilke.

'With your eyes, which in their fatigue can just barely free themselves from the worn-out thresholds, very slowly, lift a single black tree...'

'it is by turns stone in you and star'

'Lovers, each satisfied in the other, I ask you about us. You grasp yourselves. Have you a sign?'