Fog, amphetamine & pearls

I can hear the fog filling up the bay.

It comes from the place where everything is always changing.

I like the listen to it because there are no words, there's only sound. It sounds like something nice is being said to me. So I want to say something nice back, but not in writing.

I've never taken amphetamines. I guess I kind of missed that generation that thought not going to sleep was a virtue, that liked to stay up all night and write and talk and do the kind of things people who stay up all night like to do.

I'd take a drug that put me in the place where I felt like I'd just become awake after a really good night's sleep and could hear things I normally didn't hear and see things I usually didn't see, if there was such a drug and it didn't have side effects. But I'm old enough now to know there's no such thing.

Emerson and Grace, 2 and 5, gave me the blue beads last week in Portland. I've worn them everyday since. Everytime I put them on I feel I've changed just enough to be different. I expect something amazing to happen, and it always does.