I am feeling disenchanted with my audio journal. I guess it was bound to happen sometime. There's just nothing in my life that is really worth wallowing in, not even the Blurty years. And it's not like the writing is very inspiring. I am not dropping the project, but it will be moving much more slowly from now on - I still got a little time to kill.
I am also back in that mood where I just want to read poetry, along with "Magic Mountain" and "Lolita" and Oceania. I just want to keep it simple and wallow in beautiful words and lovely scenes, or enjoy that sense of shared despair. As for audio entertainment, my bedtime amusement, I'll just do what most people do: listen to Tony Bennett and some Chet Baker and Diana Krall, and always Elvis. And I can always listen to piano music. As I just lie there in a gloomy mist of dreams and misery.