listening to bedtime story on windows media player, watching the randomized visualizations and i am happily reminded of much older days. nights, really; sitting in that dark purple room, wearing hemp necklaces, hiding ashtrays from my friends instead of family--or even before i'd ever started smoking, when it was all just beginning and so exciting and interesting.

poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another

this is happy nostalgia, indeed. someone is firing rockets outside and i wear real glasses these days and forgo all (l)imitation