i watched this video, and it turned my day around.

i crouched under a bridge as a slow train passed, screeching and grumbling and wailing like some unsatisfied american god. the sad songs of metal on metal, disappointed dreams. sometimes i find melancholy to be deeply enjoyable. my friend had laid quarters down on the tracks. one got flattened and came out shiny and irresistible, smooth and sharp, good to hold, transformed.

ghosts of industry

sang melancholy songs about the end of civilization in a highly resonant and fairly forbidden place.

on the way back from a walk to the witch's hat tower (rumored to be bob dylan's inspiration for "all along the watch tower"), some friends and i picked up an uprooted spruce tree some people were throwing away and carried it back to their house, down franklin and over the mississippi river. if it can't be replanted, it will be either burned or decorated like a christmas tree.

also, i sat inside an enormous beer vat in an abandoned brewery and made wonderful resonant noices to my heart's content.

it was another good day.