newest entry contact quien es nico? a links page Antes: 2005 2004 2003 2002 2001 2000 I also do stuff over at livejournal: the insufficient blog otro lugares: absorbacon abstractnixon aiyah amateur gourmet amazing adventures of bill appetites archerr bill and kent blockade boy center of gravitas cheap blue guitar chocolate and zucchini comics 212 designer blog dogpoet edwin how to learn swedish hungry tiger i make things i was just really very hungry insequence island of misfit toys lady, that's my skull mysterysteps news from me old grey poet once upon a tart postmodernbarney precocious curmudgeon pretty, fizzy, paradise roar of comics something old, nothing new stop touching my food strange maps super underwear perverts there are some who call me tim tinman tmb ultrasparky diaryland diaryland profile ringsurf gay diary previous next random list join |
The Insufficient Homosexual Stories from a man who fails to meet media expectations of what it means to be gay: |
06/04/2006 The first few years of college were spent commuting to school, not too uncommon in Southern California, but it was obvious that it was getting to me when I started dreaming that instead of driving, that I ran my commute to school. In these dreams it was not unusual for people to run on freeways along side cars. Regardless if by vehicle, or by foot, we all seemed to be traveling at the same speed, though I never did quite �get� if the cars were going slowly, or if the people were running very fast. Like an earlier recurring serialized set of dreams I had when the stresses of high school started getting to me, I never quite reached my goal of getting to school in these commuting dreams. Instead, I would dream the same bits over and over again, slowly getting further along my journey as new sections of dream, of freeway would open up for me, but never quite enough to actually finish. I remember the feel of running, of the repetition, of the feel of feet pounding on cement, of the twisting paths we runners had to take. Twisting paths, because at times we runners would be segregated from the cars, and we would all have to dash from our various lanes to take a people only exit that would turn to stairs that would twist around and under the freeways. In these dreams, below grade freeways were rare, as they were nearly all raised up above street level, with the space below filled with warehouses, offices, parking lots, and tunnels packed with commuters running along on foot, following their preset routes waiting to reach that set of stairs that would take them back above to race along cars and trucks in the sun, and hopefully, finally, their destination. � 2000-2007 |