semi-blue tile

Sometimes, the only thing to do is lie face-down in your bed in the dark cool comfort of your room with Gurdjieff on your stereo and a pile of magazines and books beside you (you have digested some words; you are more productive with your own in this case); your cheek resting on your crossed arms like some kind of bodily Gnostic icon; your eyes are closed.

I used to do this because I was sad and scared. Now, I do it because I am no longer sad and am comfortable in my body to lie luxuriant for a few minutes. Funny how context changes everything.