The Quietism of Andy

It is 3:30 AM.
I can hear a siren wail, echoing through the valley.
There is no air-raid, no tornado, no chemical leak, no flood, no fire.
Maybe there is another broken heart.

This furnace cannot give me the warmth that I need. There is no amount of energy that can fill this vacuum. The furnace cannot fill this seemingly infinite void, this bounded vacuum.

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik as Performed by the Pennsylvania 432C Symphony Orchestra

I found this in my old journal entry archives.

12-11-02, 10:01a
wake early for this:
rain, wet socks, half-hour walks.
finals suck anus.

I am setting your heart on fire

and it’s all too much to swallow.

I would pluck down the moon and give it to you, if that could but win your love…

I suppose that it is about time that I transplanted some of my other poems over into this project journal, so here they are:

Assorted old poems.

A Morgantown Morning Odyssey
12 song playlist, set on infinite loop
Friday, May 7, 2004: approximately 2 hours, 30 minutes (~4:30am – ~7:00am)
179 photos condensed to 50 pictures (resized to 704 x 530 pixels), 6.39MB

Start walking…

which, admittedly, isn’t very much.