rooftops transform into blank white canvases

it's one hour until my birthday, a day that really doesn't hold its weight for me, and i'm listening to duke ellington. i just finished michel gondry's film the science of sleep, and frankly i'm thinking of cashing in a little bit early tonight. sunshine was especially nice to me today; she made a birthday post for me, let me choose what i wanted to get from her for my present (the new sonic youth album), and informed me that sonic youth is coming to arkansas in the near future with michael franti and spearhead. and now i leave you with this:

The sound of the constant cascade of water from the faucet colliding with the water sitting below -- it’s all that I can hear. It’s blocking out all other sounds, all other thoughts. The water finally gets to the point where I like it -- about three inches from the top of the porcelain tub, and I turn it off. The silence is stunning. A chill runs up my naked spine as I carefully place one foot in the bath, still hesitant about the temperature, and then I slowly ease into the warm blanket. It’s very odd lying there, letting my mind empty itself out, not thinking about a single thing. Like a wave rising then in one eloquent motion flattening back out, I sink into the steamy water, letting it envelope my entire body, and for a tiny moment, looking through eyes made of bursting clouds, I dream of not getting up.