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My fingers are so cold. I could never be a professional pianist (Whether concert or jazz club. Like I can really improvise.) ; I wouldn't be able to run hot water over my hands for twenty minutes before sitting down to play. There's no time for that. Not where I live. Gas prices are up, the thermostat is down. Why is everyone so into Air all of a sudden? They're wonderful and there's nothing wrong with liking them, I'm just curious as to why there seems to be this onset all of a sudden of OHMYGOD I LOVE AIR. Listening to The Virgin Suicides soundtrack with Claire on the way back from Quebec was such a long time ago. I discovered a village on my wall this weekend which I hadn't known existed. Maybe I just forgot I knew about it. Anyway, I've been sleeping next to it for six years without realizing it was there.
There's no new land, my friend, no new sea,
For the city will follow you: in the same
Streets entangle endlessly, the same
Mental suburbs slip from you to age,
In the same house go white at last -
The city is a cage.
No better landfall waits for you but this,
No ship to take you - Ah! can you not see
How just as your whole life you've spoiled
In this one spot, you've ruined its worth
Everywhere now over the whole earth?
I trust Durrell but I wish I spoke Greek. New physiotherapy exercises will elongate my short hamstrings and fix my ankle. When I was little I used go everywhere on my tippy-toes when the strain of walking like everyone else got to be too much. Stairs were the worst. No flat feet allowed! I didn't do anything I was supposed to do today. EVERYTHING'S CHANGING. Ahahahaha. Hole at bottom of stomach feeling. LOVELY. I know why I don't like that word anymore; some people keep asking me questions, don't listen to my answers, then answer with only "lovely". Katie and I won't go to university. We're going to go to San Francisco and ride trolleys, then swim to West Africa and work with her Baha'i organization. Ten years later when I want a change of scenery, I'll walk up to Paris and become a busker, trying to sing for my supper. Remember Muncton? We should try all that again. IGNORANCE AND ILLITERACY ARE TAKING OVER THE WORLD. AND ME. I'S I'S I'S: INCOHERENT, INARTICULATE, INACCURATE, INSANE. Is anyone else continually surprised by the fact that the letter "o" comes before "p" in the alphabet? LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA GOODNIGHT Y'ALL.