Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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Lightning. Today was a day fit more for the end of May rather than the beginning of April, but i suppose all that ambient humidity and those fat white clouds are getting a bit restless now that night has settled, and so they’re putting on a show. If it starts coming down soon i’m going out in the street to dance in circles and look up into it all. I miss good rain like that; we haven’t had too much of it this year (or the warmth you need to appreciate it). Rain that drives you inside because an umbrella or rain slicker won’t do the slightest good, but beckons you out because the drops are thicker than any ones your shower might produce tomorrow morning. I want to be drenched in them.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/04/3133397/

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I walked the distance from my apartment to my house today without ever actually getting to my house. This is not a short walk: it basically spans the entire width of Center City and cuts north and south into more residential neighborhoods. It was sunny when i finally made it out of Drexel’s campus after multiple interruptions. Two blocks from picking up my last paycheck from the coffee shop i thought i saw a spot of rain on the pavement. When i left the shop it was drizzling. When i left the first music store i had on my itinerary it was drizzling, and by the time i crossed over Market street it was pouring. The whole time i shopped on South Street it was miserable and i was damp. I regretted that i had decided to walk all the way there and prepared to catch the subway back to Drexel.

As i left the last store on my shopping excursion, the rain halted as if someone hit an off-switch. For the entirety of my walk to Market street to catch the El i felt as though the sun was a follow-spotlight that was tracking me from block to block; everything around me was lit up brighter than it was across the street or further down the block, and my shadow was thrown huge against the sidewalk. The sun actually seemed to be pointing itself right at me. I was glowing.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/03/2768572/

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It’s interesting how weather (and it’s colour) can affect people. All of today was grey and damp, and even my cheeriest friends were slightly subdued from their normal states. Normally frenetic people got downgraded to frantic, and the cheery and smiley became the sarcastic and bleak. In fact, most of the coolest people i know reported the same sort of emotionally violent mood i was experiencing last night. Is the weather sucking our lives away? Are we all too empathetic and responding to each other? Or is the gray in the sky just an excuse to match ourselves to it? When the ground was covered with vivid white snow we were all brisk and crisp and light. No wonder love is always in the air in the Spring…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/01/2040887/

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Wow, so, way to stick with that nasty mental place i was in last night. I promise to make an attempt not to get all freaky bi-polar on y’all in the future. Today just rained and kept on raining. I spent one entire class sitting somewhere (other than class, i might add) drinking tea. Today was just relaxing like that. My guitar is being really bitch, so i dunno if Trio will be featured this week (though i do owe you one). Anyhow, i just wanted to drop a note in to say hi seeing as that last bit was rather shitty. Toodles!

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/01/2040771/

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It was raining when i walked out of the building, down on campus. A dull light rain. I didn’t really expect it, but i didn’t really mind either. It sort of calmed me as it blanketed the world in its uniform gray. As i walked north towards my apartment, tiny raindrops began to crystallize into the smallest and most perfect snow flurries i’ve ever seen. They dusted my hair and jacket until by the time i rounded my corner i was fully coated and sparkling. I wonder if it’s still raining down on campus? Or, if i came outside just in time to see the snow begin to fall. Stuff like that keeps my mind at play…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/01/2024010/