Perhaps I am in a foolish worry that this happiness and relaxation will never be fossilized into a worthwhile past. I am not sure who this is for, what this is for, but let me say it here and now, remember it somehow. It was a great Summer day, well, except that it is Fall, because the trees are still green. I woke up not knowing the time, the location of my phone, or my other responsibilities. 11:47 AM, it always feels great to have some time, whether minutes or hours, before noon. Spend a little more than an hour cleaning the house to perfection, reminiscing the sheer number of people who were here, how much conversation and fun had been had in the room. Wipe the floors, vacuum the carpet, clean the ledges. Brew a cup of coffee, roll up the curtains and let the sunshine show, light up a cigarette. Dance to the 'Sunday afternoon' songs, never forget to get a cup of water and take your vitamins. Take a good, long shower, completed by a ceremony of shaving and lotions. Cook pancakes, set up the dishes, make a mimosa out of champagne, green tea ginger ale, half & half lemonade. The house is a studio, people are just as much a music as the  bossa nova we're playing along with the breeze and sunshine. Celebrate like in São Paolo, a city I've never been to. Indulge in savorous and behavioral niceties, clean, drink, talk, smoke. We're shooting an indie film, 35mm, ISO 800, exposure compensation +2.0. Nap as if you were dreaming. Wake up to the aroma of chicken cooked with goat cheese and exotic spices. Come, it's 6:30 but the time is not important. Light a candle, sit around the table, and feast on the food and the mood. You don't need to remember anything, because you don't even think about doing it, you're just there, content. Procrastinate the dishes to tomorrow, turn on an ambient album, sit down under the fluorescent bulbs softer than the candlelights, and back to reality, but not so roughly, not with so much regret or anything. You're still dreaming, gently take in the things you must do, steadily do them without distress, smooth yourself into another week. Keep this marble in your pockets, even if you forget it--


Dreaming,
Mothagesso.