sunday morning

so here i am skulking in the door on a sunday morning once again. man, what can i say? he played me 'everlong' on his acoustic guitar. i was a goner. (at this point Mike B has pointed out that i was pretty much a goner before i left his place after the hockey game. but i am going to maintain that it was the song that really tore through my strong defenses)(that or the soft core porn that passed for CBC hockey commentary last night "And Ohlund *NAILS* him against the boards!" "Ohlund splits the D wide open and takes him down!" "Oh-oh-ohlund!") (well, actually that last one was all me)
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i'm still finishing The Saskiad. it's actually a really good story with all sorts of neat language things going on. there's a quote at the beginning of it that i especially enjoy:

When you start on your journey to Ithaca,
then pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
Do not fear the Lestrygonians
and the Cyclopes and the angry Poseidon.
You will never meet such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your body and your spirit.
You will never meet the Lestrygonians,
the Cyclopes and the fierce Poseidon,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not raise them up before you.
- Cavafy, "Ithaca"

I love the idea that you will never come across demons unless you already carry them within your soul. nick and i were talking about stuff like that last night actually, right before falling asleep. he was asking me whether or not i believed in spirits and things. he says there's stuff that he doesn't like to think about before he goes to bed, cause he's afraid of leaving himself open to... i don't know exactly. not really ghosts, but something like that. i think that some people live louder than others and therefore they see things like that, or draw things like that to them more easily. the same way that i'm so perceptive about other peoples emotions that i can actually feel what they are feeling...

but maybe it's not stuff that's out there .. it's stuff *in* you and you are just projecting it. the demons lie within you and some people's are just stronger? closer to the surface? less repressed? i don't know. too much thinking for a sunday morning.