{"id":360,"date":"2004-06-09T00:33:52","date_gmt":"2004-06-08T23:33:52","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=360"},"modified":"2004-06-09T00:33:52","modified_gmt":"2004-06-08T23:33:52","slug":"comic-strip-2-emhigh-drunk-on-a-monday-morningem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/2004\/06\/09\/comic-strip-2-emhigh-drunk-on-a-monday-morningem\/","title":{"rendered":"comic strip #2 <em>(high &#038; drunk on a monday morning)<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/images\/comicstrip2-1.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"comic strip 2\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>i&rsquo;m standing still for a moment staring at the window is it real outside ?<br \/>\ni&rsquo;ve lost the count, i used to make a count, the count of what i see and what i can&rsquo;t, details of blanket skies, open arms and wandering cats, at night the lights that blind, faces that blend and combine into tired parades, it&rsquo;s self-hypnosis and i&rsquo;ve lost the count,<br \/>\ni&rsquo;ve lost the count. <\/em><br \/>\n<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/images\/comicstrip2-2.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"comic strip 2\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>march was on its way now it&rsquo;s july soon is it fake inside ?<br \/>\ni&rsquo;m looking for a mental image the image of something that once was, it&rsquo;s july soon i keep in mind it&rsquo;s july soon i can&rsquo;t remember how to forget anything, through the open window i hear what it is i&rsquo;m in, the heat that blinds, the sun that blends and combines the noises around, it&rsquo;s self-hypnosis, april was on its way now it&rsquo;s july soon. <\/em><br \/>\n<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/images\/comicstrip2-3.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"comic strip 2\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>i had this dream last night or the night before or in a few nights i had this dream that i want to explore, there was the hill where the trees have been cut down then i was in a car on a highway with doors, i had this dream where i couldn&rsquo;t focus, where i couldn&rsquo;t stop the car, there&rsquo;s a wheel but i&rsquo;m not the one driving then i&rsquo;m on the bridge i feared in previous dreams except i&rsquo;m grown up now i can&rsquo;t fly now, dark towers on water are what i remember of a city too big for me to fit in i&rsquo;m as lost in it as i always was, \u00ab\u00a0forget me\u00a0\u00bb the dream said, \u00ab\u00a0cause i won&rsquo;t forget you\u00a0\u00bb, i had this dream that seemed so real when i woke up,<br \/>\ni felt the room dangling.<\/em><br \/>\n<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/images\/comicstrip2-4.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"comic strip 2\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>i&rsquo;m standing still for a moment staring at the window is it real outside ?<br \/>\ni&rsquo;ve lost the count, i used to make a count, the count of what is me and what isn&rsquo;t, it used to be easy to see, the detachment from my body, fragments of memories, words that blind, looks and gestures that blend and combine into empty dances, it&rsquo;s self-hypnosis and i&rsquo;ve lost the count,<br \/>\ni&rsquo;ve lost the count&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i&rsquo;m standing still for a moment staring at the window is it real outside ? i&rsquo;ve lost the count, i used to make a count, the count of what i see and what i can&rsquo;t, details of blanket skies, open arms and wandering cats, at night the lights that blind, faces that blend and combine [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-360","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life-on-pause"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/360","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=360"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/360\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=360"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=360"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=360"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}