afternoon_nap crOwl there i was, laying down after a lunch of shredded pieces of mediterra farm bread, virgin olive oil, and pecorino romano, caring about nothing except sleep, taking a well-deserved nap upon the dormant grass of the sledding hill. nice. peter, the classic black and white domestic cat i found in a strip mall in southwestern pennsylvania came up to me and laid on my chest. affectionately biting, only hard enough for me to notice, and then licking his apology. i touched his fur and could feel the warmth, trapped. perhaps we both daydreamed. i had the i-pod up and running; a mix of radiohead, rem, rufus wainwright, modest mouse, pete yorn, and system of a down. i was out quickly, waking to the change of songs like a dreamguide, taking me by the open hand, one to the other. finally, when i had my rest, i opened my eyes to the quick moving of clouds, images at a velocity my reposed soul could not interpret. maybe it was god, opening and closing his eyes, instead, it was the black and white topography that snatched my present interest, vision delayed, as if color was a priviledge to behold... and then it came, like rain long awaited. oh, this world is so fucking interesting. 040303 what's it to you? who go blather from