Michel Gondry

I don't like cynical movies. Cynicism is very easy. You don't have to justify it. You don't have to fight for it.

From the A.V. Club.

I dreamt about my sister.

there was this gorgeous house. white. open.
you owned it. well, you lived there.
rumor said it was possessed; you doubted the rumors.

your friends were there.

something odd was in the air.
the presence was eerie. frightening, even.
no one cared.

the neighbor brought over two fifty cent pieces.
these were the telltale signs of a wicked house.

I told you. you still wouldn't leave. I tried pulling you with me.

you stayed behind.

a reminder.

That purse still hangs by a ribbon on my bed post. Its broken zipper rendered it useless.

Its zipper broken that morning. I stuffed my things, left on the floor from the night before, into that purse.

You were lovely. Offering to make me coffee and eggs.

I was rushed, confused, and trying not to be hopeful. I didn't tell you. In my haste, the zipper broke. You walked me out, kissed me farewell, as I clutched the purse close. I wanted to/didn't want to leave.

You were lovely. I didn't tell you.

That purse hangs on my bed post.

city folk.

Bicyclists in the city remind me of lone horseman of days past. Leaning forward and rising from their seats when about to drop down from the curb or ride over a pothole.

Semi-trucks remind me of elephants. Awkward and clumsy.

Black Meets White.

Yesterday was the largest voter turnout, EVER.

Barack Obama, the first African American President will enter the White House on January 20th. The color of history is changing. Life is good.

Hopefully the next four years turn out to be everything we've pined for.