@ 4:22 PM

First page of Watchmen says I've seen this before. Yellow smiley face and mystifying smeared blood. Something dark, something dreary. Really. I had a dream of this combination before.



First sound wave to reach my ears. Melodic construction of pitch, beats, and rhythm says I like what I hear. I came close to the stage, closer still was the voice screaming love like it was a natural thing to feel.


First vision of dramatic shadows contrasted with pounds of trash. Art in its finest when you dissect that what is in front of you isn't how you thought something so visually strange and beautiful can make you see.



First glimpse at elevator says hello. A smile from a cute stranger from the seventh floor (?) and the menthol smell caught in that small space. Pleasant encounters you didn't think can make your day.

But it is Friday, and the finest of days happen when the week is but behind you.

Labels: Berkeley, Random