i rode to work at 8:30. i love how morning smells. if time stood still for a moment, how would morning and evening be different, besides the opposite direction of the sun? shouldn't morning and evening look the same? but they don't. and they smell different.

at work i was dizzy and tired. ever since friday (acid) i feel very strange. my body has flashes of non-feeling. like static. i like working at reed reunions. it's interesting to look through all the alumni booklets and see what everyone did with their lives. for some reason it always makes me cry.

after work i went to downtown and got my rent money from the bank. miraculously, i still have $200 left! so i decided to go shopping. but after trying on a million things i didn't buy anything. i went to powell's and looked at tons of books, and got two. "the society of the spectacle". riding home i saw the ferris wheel. i'm glad that portland has the rose festival, but i don't feel a need to get near it. last year, i thought the rose festival was the best thing ever, until i went to it and realized it was just like any other silly amusement park. but it's good in principle. and it looks pretty from far away.

"And you, forgotten, without music and without geography, no longer setting out for the hacienda where the roots think of the child and where the wine is finished off with fables from an old almanac. That�s all over. You�ll never see the hacienda. It doesn�t exist.

The hacienda must be built."

"Everyone will live in their own personal 'cathedral.' There will be rooms more conducive to dreams than any drug, and houses where one cannot help but love. Others will be irresistibly alluring to travelers. . . .

This project could be compared with the Chinese and Japanese gardens of illusory perspectives � with the difference that those gardens are not designed to be lived in all the time � or with the ridiculous labyrinth in the Jardin des Plantes, at the entry to which is written: Games are forbidden in the labyrinth.

This city could be envisaged in the form of an arbitrary assemblage of castles, grottos, lakes, etc. It would be the baroque stage of urbanism considered as a means of knowledge. But this theoretical phase is already outdated. We know that a modern building could be constructed which would have no resemblance to a medieval castle but which could preserve and enhance the Castle poetic power (by the conservation of a strict minimum of lines, the transposition of certain others, the positioning of openings, the topographical location, etc.)

The districts of this city could correspond to the whole spectrum of diverse feelings that one encounters by chance in everyday life.