one for the road

insulation
  -or-
the coldest

i believe someone once wrote about the cruelty of winter and its said effects on the

heart. another iceman said that these aren't crack advisements, but rather commandments.

in any case, i had entered the building, the tinder-box as we (royally) playfully called

it. the irony of nickname and the present icy conditions were not lost on me. in fact,

they nearly pre-occupied my musically inclined mind.

                     
                 ^

the timbre of the place suggested a hard and distressed look; there were ghosts in the

air. for the moment, i froze, forgot to move and focused on an antique chest in the

corner. i was a criminally breaking & entering palestine/philistine but needed to inject

some tnt into my veins. i drifted off thinking of re-connecting to some interesting

folks; it was very jung in nature.