3.32 AM

chile sleeps
most of england sleeps
new york never sleeps completely and tonight it awaits me simulating to be day, day for night & night for day or whatever the hell is going on outside this hour proof air-conditioned building that contains more books than i could read and understand in my next 10 lives! whatever... the name of the game is film form- film sense and I am awake with Tomas Gutierrez Alea instead of sleeping and hugging my pillow, although I must admit I'm pretty turned on trying to put together the best stuff I have on "Memories of Underdevelopment" after having had the most underdeveloped treatment of my life from my roommate, ex roommate, who put me in the street with no warning whatsoever and via email! that’s when you really start wondering what underdevelopment really is and if overdevelopment in the end takes us to more development in the end or not, human development, social development, emotional development. And of course, there always is a possibility (which isn't exactly slim) that my ex-roommate is just crazy, borderline, whatever... whatever does it for her and whatever keeps me up and writing freaky stuff I should have written instead of getting high on heightened emotions stress frustration and terror thanks to ms. psycho and my unexpected homelessness. 3.32 AM writes itself in spirals that advance to fast, faster than the 5 pages I have to reach, faster than the time i need to find a place, just faster. faster than anything I can catch with decaf coffee anyway. whatever... whenever... maybe... maybe not... c-ya (when I catch up!)