standing in the rain

Clutching a cup of yerba mate, sitting at an ever-widening circle at a coffeeshop, tapping my fingers to the Husker Du and Joy Division played by the baristas and thinking about so many other things than the topics at hand, knowing that there was much rocking I could be doing but feeling utterly unmotivated, instead doing pedestrian things like going to the grocery store for pasta and beans and stopping by the bar down the street where some friends were outside smoking and having a drink, coming home to sleep as Randal and his lovely got their doom on further down the block. Not even caffeine could keep me up after some bouts of insomnia and the 4am call of college radio even if the tuneage is good.

This weather makes me want to take long walks through crumbling leaf-fragrant October mist, and sit by fires and drink warm things.

In the meantime, watch this. It made me tear up a little bit, what with baby dinosaurs wanting to be free and all, probably the most poignant expression of dissent I've seen in a long time.