After laborious hours spent hunched over cut up notebook paper converted into flash cards, full of ancient egyptian art history, my information drains from both ears and I reside in a deflated balloon. Fill the cup to keep it overflowing always. Always replacing. Recycling old information by taking it out of dusty old boxes in closets, painting the box a different color, rearranging the scattered trivia, labeling it all as something else and push it further among deceased piles. Even if I can't remember everything, something is happening in my brain. Some previously inactive neurons are firing or prepping for fire, and my brain builds up. Bulky. Stronger neck to hold up all the weight. Akhenaten is responsible for a brief (out of the entire history of ancient Egyptian art) revolution in the arts and religion of Egypt. During what was called the Armana period (because he moved the capitol city from Thebes to Armana). The artwork shifted from classic Egyptian proportions, the grid system created by counting 18 spaces from feet to head and idealizing the human form to ensure permanence over realism, to more flowing and strangely shaped human form. They began to worship the sun god Aten and until he became Osiris in death, and the new Horus replaced him bringing back all old kingdom conformity. The intricate jewelry out of some tombs. The accidental discovery of burial chambers by having the horse you are riding fall through the sand into a hidden underground causeway.
Well we all know something. Now working on writing in hieroglyphics. Translating the Rosetta Stone into English. Getting sand in my eyes and becoming blind to the full spectrum caused by our boiling sun. Astrophysics. The explanation of wavelengths of lights. Which combination of gas causes which color through a clear prism. As we all know, white light is really every color combined. I asked... Is it possible that there could be unknown colors that exist outside our visible spectrum that we simply cannot see? Could these invisible wavelengths be visible to something or someone? In the mean time writing hardcore emo songs for fun and a false catharsis. Cracking knuckles on the hardwood. Asking to take pictures.
'You stopped making sense two or three drinks ago'
Revising drafts for improvised conversation. Instantaneous action and guilt. A strange bubbling sensation like a too hot spring. A too cold pool of rainwater, step knee deep and count the people laughing. The artsy renderings of meaningless advertisements.
This is the time of year to avoid touching your face. I cross off days faster than tasks. And the sun will melt my ice cold blood. Riveting in rivets. River flowing in flower pattern rugs. Carpet circles around and pulls at my feet until I vacuum up all the particles. Existing in a vacuum. The dust of retreat. The dark bands of light extending from one end of the universe to another, moving so slow from our perspective... but the universe is expanding faster than we can ever catch up to it.
Therapeutic drum circles. Coffin texts & the book of the dead. Quiet utterances in dark stuffy rooms. This worker did not attend his job at pyramid today because he had a hangover. Nile river boozehounds. the life of a narcissist by dave eggers. Lots of sports on tv. Set theory and converting measurements from america to the rest of the world. measuring crater diameters and exploring possible trajectory speeds. gathering light from telescopic stars and contemplating the hue and the heat. saving the apes and the chimpanzee populations across the globe.
how my schedule is so disconnected. i cannot write about how well the subjects flow. instead i have to formulate. guess and check. consider the facts and in third person discuss personal feelings. 'the personal feelings'
