Tuesday, May 01, 2001
there is june gloom outside today, and it's only the first of may. these kinds of overcast days are the kind that murder the spirit. a certain dampness in the air, a certain expectancy exists that makes the cloud cover, even after all the fall and winter, impossible to take. it's not the same as an overcast day in winter, where the air is either crackling dry or decisively filled with rain. l.a. doesn't take this half-humidity well. in winter the overcast clouds hang high and plenty of light gets through. but in the end days of spring such clouds scrape low and a half-twilight reigns all day. some of us walking the paved streets bow our heads to cower. we are trapped between two hard strata shaded concrete grey.
please let this go away soon.
my soundtrack: radiohead, kid a