Surrounded by....but I love home

1. Tearing down the 'jects/creating plush holmes/ my circumstance is somewhere between Cabrini n Love Jones - Common

I passed what was once the projects recently & they've been replaced with new construction described as affordable housing. Their predecessors lacked significant aesthetic value, even from the minimalist perspective. A rather bland composition of bricks, concrete, wrought iron & and steel. These older structures survived a hurricane & all that landed on shore with it as the remainder of the city was annihilated. The new structures are wood framed & non insulated but aesthically acceptable. I never called the structures home so I have no concrete understanding of how efficient they were at being called such. I just don't understand, outside of the obvious economic advantage, what the impetus was that justified replacing brick & mortar structures with wooden ones in a land that is not completely protected from being flooded once more?

2. The further I travel on this journey, the more it is becoming obvious that I should switch vehicles sooner than later. I just don't want to deal with a note & banker's bullshit.

3. It's always a pleasure to hit shuffle on the ol iPod & discover a gem that would appear to be tucked away in some deep crevice on the rotating discs hidden behind that colorful screen. This occasionally results in the same song(s) being played exclusively for days.

4. I find it a tad more rewarding (hypothetically speaking) to go on a hunt where you can at least catch the scent early on. I'll consent that part of the whole experience is wandering through the woods, looking in all of the seemingly right places, hoping to find fresh tracks but tracks alone don't do you any good.

5. Oh the great discoveries that bewildered souls make! How much would remain a mystery, how much would we wonder at, unaware of it's complexity, had a few request been granted?? I suppose that such disappointments benefit the masses but how bittersweet they taste when it is understood that they were the results of burned oil.

6. I wonder how long I've convinced myself that it was probably for the better because the taste was too sour when I realized that it was ultimately my inaction that provide space for a distraction? How oft do we look off into the beauty of the horizon, reflecting on the beauty of the sunset in comparison to the one that precede it, all the while hoping that the one that will follow it will be equally as beautiful & ignoring the sun settling down before us.

7. Somedays the coffee doesn't work, the tea doesn't work, shit looking at the list of goals doesn't even work. Somedays the only thing that works is knowing that your word is out there & you owe it to the love, encouragement, & devotion invested to make the most out of it. Then there are somedays when even that doesn't do the trick, those are the days you go through the motions, all the while questioning your current place in the space.

Soundtrack: Dert - Prince Esthero (NO Knows Dope Nov 2k9)