coming up on dinner
With the exception of two emails, I get this sort of weird feeling that I'm not really there after all. There's me, and there's the world, but I can't affect it, and I only think that I'm trying to communicate, but nothing gets through. No sound, no words, nothing.
And then it occurs to me that though we share a house and see each other all the time, my parents and I don't really interact all that much either.
I think: I am so used to solitude.
But then I realize that I've just hit my first funk since Kate called.
One of these days I'm going to draw a graph of my mood and turn it into a piece of art.
And then it occurs to me that though we share a house and see each other all the time, my parents and I don't really interact all that much either.
I think: I am so used to solitude.
But then I realize that I've just hit my first funk since Kate called.
One of these days I'm going to draw a graph of my mood and turn it into a piece of art.