implosion + dreams
the implosion this morning downtown ft worth was cool, although it hit us by surprize about 15 minutes learly due to the impending rain. the brilliant scientist-types that set the explosives were dead on because practically 2 minutes after the building crumpled, it began to pour.
in other news, i'm baffled/slash/envious at people with 'dreams'.... a conversation in the car on the drive back to dallas from the implosion got me thinking. the person with whom i was speaking with has these two 'dreams' converging at the same time in her life. and they're specific. everything i've gotten myself wrapped up in, sucessful or not, hasn't been anything i could dream up. i never thought i'd have been a gallery owner. or running a community art project. or pulling off events like art conspiracy. i tend to just roll with it and if something comes up that i resonate with, i think, 'i can do that!' and then just do it. my visions tend to be a lot more broad, not specific and concrete, like some of my friends. i don't know whether to be jealous or not or just start meditating. help.
