rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

That Other Place

Ah, once again I have lost track of the passage of time while fiddling about at Cinema Treasures, where I have become a posting fool. How time flies when you're lost in the past! Or should that be "how time flew." I'm confused now. Wait. This is now, isn't it? Well, it must be, because I'm about to fade into unconsciousness. That only happens in the present.

Anyway, tonight I posted something about my trip to a skid row theater on Main Street in Los Angeles many years ago. It has occurred to me that I ought to post that tale here sometime- not because it is a particularly good story, (it isn't, really) but because it's one of the few things I've ever done that approaches being adventurous in any way. I need to milk what I've got. Sometimes I wish I'd been more foolhardy when I still had the energy for such things. It would have made this journal more interesting, I suspect. I still might not be doing anything of interest now, but at least I'd have some more interesting memories to write about, and wouldn't be reduced to constantly crafting clever little word-trinkets about the weather.

Oh, yeah, that reminds me. There was weather here tonight. Fancy that!

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