paisleypiper's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- three moments Sometimes when the air conditioning doesn�t turn on for a while the tension in the air makes me restless. As though the air is desperate to circulate and pining for inspiration, or at least the automated, motivating force of a stream of cooler air. Before my father�s family drifted apart, we would gather at my grandmother�s house a couple times a year when my aunt and her family visited. Sometimes, after everyone went to bed, my aunt and I would stay up late talking. In mild weather we went outside and in extreme weather we whispered into the night. So much alike, we are more intense than anyone we know, indulging our connection. Once she told me that every few years she reaches a point in her life where she feels like a giant poisonous snake molting its skin. And then she feels renewed, somehow. The other night, during a few beers at a bar with my friend T., he mentioned he had a new girlfriend. He likes her but he keeps wondering when they are going to have a long, intense conversation (that is not meant euphemistically). Then we discussed that scene in Ponnette when Ponnette is riding in the car with her father and the camera is focused on the child actress for at least five minutes without turning away � how natural and incredible that scene is�. To ever create something that moving is a dream of mine. 7:45 a.m. - 2002-08-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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