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Houses Ov Mercury
Studying life, I think on a larger/macroscopic scale as opposed to biology (intro level anyway) dealing with microscopic life. But honestly I have no idea.
As I open the front door onto the noisy city street, I find myself surrounded by warm air, easily in the 60s if not 70s. A spring day in January? Sure, why not.
I get in my car, start the motor, and turn on my MP3 player. I'm in the mood for something heavy. As I pull out onto the road I crank up "Blackened" by Metallica. It's real, like a fucking knife. That gritty guitar tone is exactly the one I was looking for, and I max out the volume in my car to make it all the grittier.
The rain pelts my windshield as I speed down the highway, the air the sweetest it's been in the million years since last Autumn. My lungs feel like a hydroponic arcology where millions of seeds are sprouting to life and releasing fragrant pollens. As I pull off at my exit, the rain and fog suddenly clear, and I'm driving on the marbled glass surfaces of wet roads. I pass through a corridor of trees that fill my nose with new scents -- scents of decay and of rebirth. I'm as alert as if I had an IV bag of coffee stuck in my arm.
Another minute or two of singing along to the chorus of "And Justice for All", and I'm parked in my spot on the lot staring down the giant grey factory/office complex that consumes the days of my life like the Biblical Deluge that consumed humanity. I spare a moment for regret that I'll be cooped up inside there for the next eight hours and leaving the warm, humid morning behind, but then it occurs to me that I've got it all wrong. I'm the one bringing the morning in there.
Ah, I remember "Metallica in the Morning" moments going to work.
That's awesome man.
I'm chillin' at work, listening to "Under the Milky Way" and sending emails.
Drinking a glass of water.