Dreams.
I'm content sitting back in my recliner, watching others achieve their dreams while I keep mine intangible. How many more Casey Niestat videos do I have to watch? Safdie? Jarmusch? On and on I go, repeating the cycle like a washing machine filled with failure. I hope I don't shrink my undies.
Speaking of:
I need to learn how to wash clothes. The difference between washing with hot or cold water was never taught to me. I don't separate the whites or even know what constitutes a delicate. Am I a degenerate? When I move into a place with its own washer and dryer, I will still go to a laundromat. They're so peaceful and quiet, calm and empty. Unless you're in the ghetto or Hicksville, of course. The one I frequent is a part of a Winn Dixie plaza. I like to go in there first and buy a drink and laundry soap if needed. Then I'll walk next door and start my load. I’ll cuddle beside the massage chair and get lost into a controversial podcast or spirit lifting music. As of late, I'll sit with my headphones in but have no music playing. The ambiance is soothing: The low rumble of the machines, the soft chatter of the Hispanic family sitting in the corner, and a PLOP of the hunnybun dropping into the retrieval section of the vending machine. It's Church. Peace with the laundromat spirits. Who would be the God of Laundry? Would there even be one? They have a diety for everything. I'm sure a human prayed to the God of Laundry for a clean load.
I went to Barnes and Noble at the Oviedo Mall yesterday. I bought Mister Jack by Chris Kosarich and African Myths and Legends, edited by J. K. Jackson. I purchased the former because it was a signed short horror story and the latter to get in touch with my black side. I came across the spirit section, the shelves filled with spell books like How to Tell You're a Witch by Sabrina Salem and 100 Curses for the White Witch by Hermione Potter. After flipping through a book of spells on how to find a breeding partner, I came across the Tarot Cards. I have an innate desire to dip my toe into the spirit realm. The idea of crystals, cards of divination, and ruins fascinate me, but I can't find a way in. Too many hoaky and teenage elements create a barrier. Sometimes I'll find some youtube videos, but they are so damn cringe.
Maybe I'm meant to be spiritless in a Godless world. Well. At least I have the God of Laundry. He should teach me the difference between hot and cold washes; my clothes are shrinking.
