I went to Savers this afternoon when I should have been finishing my presentation on John Lennon and Yoko Ono that is due tomorrow. I bought the above books which are really great. I admittedly have gotten sucked in to the Rebirthing one... they get 'rebirthed' in the hot tub on the front cover, seriously. 'The Mind' freaks me out. There's stuff about sensory deprivation and other things that significantly scare me.
I have been thinking a lot about people. Just regular people. I love just regular people on the train with bald patches, toothpaste stains on their collar, pimples, clumpy mascara, re-growth, cross eyes, and chipped nail polish. I just love that shit, it's real or something. If I didn't catch the train for so long each day I don't think I'd get enough time to appreciate the awkward beauty of these things. That real, unimportant stuff is kind of the most important. I know it brings me back to reality or something, reminds me that we're really here.