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Toshi Reagon Comes to Reed; Incoherence Comes to Me Kara said that watching me dance makes her "like, the happiest ever." I said I hoped that wasn't because I look really funny. She assured me that it was not. I have so many vague impressions tonight, thoughts drifting like wisps of cloud. None of them cohering. The annoying girl in Psych of Language Acquisition this morning, as she relates to class (as in socioeconomic), as it relates to me and I to it, it to my father and my father to it. Related note: the philosophy lecture as it relates to my conflicted feelings about highbrow thinking/elitism as they relate to me sitting in Humanities lecture and stuipidly wishing the room had mahogany paneling. My fancy new crush as it relates to me dancing tonight as it relates to Tai Chi and feeling free inside my own physicality and yet the inevitability of me spending the rest of my life alone, the incompatibility of me with anyone else, the feeling that it's just me, all alone, like with Steffi, forever and ever, world without end, amen. My paranoia that no one notices me on the TF as it relates to my comfort with my real-life friends. Incoherence. Desire. Whatever. |
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