cbernard

Fragment:
Cassie asks me, "Am I silent?"
I tell her, "There is no silence."
The dynamic of the conversation was like, she brought up Kierkegaard's Bird of the Air, Lily of the Field, and I responded with John Cage's 4:33.

EDIT: Oh yeah, and while I am saying 'there is no silence', suddenly my mind is flooded with sounds of wind, birds, and even the sound of ants walking!

1. I am at a nice restaurant with my friend Erin. After we finish eating, I suggest that we order some wine. She says, no, let's get beer instead. I look over at where they keep their drinks and I see this Brisk strawberry melon drink that I like in real life, and I jump out of my chair and grab it, saying something like, hey, you're gonna love this.

2. I am riding in the car with my cousin D, listening to metal music. I have some sort of telepathic link to my aunt, who is criticizing the music. After a certain section of a song plays, she says, "How is that art?" and I start comparing the section to a part of Stravinsky's Rite of Spring in order to help her understand the music. (This is strongly reminiscent of a conversation I had with a friend a few weeks ago, where I played a metal song for him, but he wasn't able to take it seriously, so I gave him a little analysis of the song, complete with references to classical composers who had used the same techniques, in order to persuade him that metal was a valid genre.)

3. I am in a department store, and I see a mannequin that has fallen over. It's like the kind that they usually have modelling clothes, only it doesn't have any clothes on, so it looks like someone pulled the clothes off and knocked it over in the process. It is made of transparent plastic. When I look at it, sometimes its head is attached, but sometimes not. I walk over to it and start kissing it. (I wonder what it means? )