today i actually wrote.
i also watched about 20 minutes of the pilot of twin peaks. I noticed that there are much slower moments where we linger on some mundane object, so I went back into my earlier writing and added moments like that in: a towel with embroidered ducks, raindrops collecting at the cuffs of a coat on a rack, a counter drying after being wiped down with a damp rag.
and i imagined what posters a hyunjin in 1990s Twin Peaks would have.
I gave him Patti Smith because apparently she's admired him (mentioning Stray Kids in an instagram post), and liking a solo dance of Hyunjin's.
particularly fascinated by Birdland:
Well, there was sand, there were tilesThe sun had melted the sand and it coagulatedLike a river of glassWhen it hardened he looked at the surfaceHe saw his faceAnd where there were eyes were just two white opalsTwo white opalsWhere there were eyes there were just two white opalsAnd he looked up and the rays shot
but anyway, i haven't been sleeping enough so i really should go.


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