Contrastives. Departures. And also.
<<2005-03-06 - 2:35 a.m.>> Contrastives. My life feels very full tonight, full in the fullbellied fullbodied lunar sort of sense (Creative Review meetings in the sun, the Guerilla Girls, long nightinvading conversations with Edie in the living room and always now always the prospect of a week from Tuesday not sleeping alone); full also in the handwaving frantic sense (Junior Sem project following part closely upon part without pause, qual approaching, the sense that the ground is buckling beneath me or maybe bearing upwards into some sort of unscalable peak). Departures. Edie's, from my couch. Mine, from Portland. Mine, from Minnesota. Mine, from New York.And also the sharpelbowed fragments scattering, off into the speechspeckled night. << - >> |