rioting in paris. rioting in argentina. and my school is going on strike this week.
i am well. i spent last night cleaning, talking on the phone, watching tv with my roommate (the one i like), and having milkshakes. the night before i was out for hours, walking and sitting in a cafe talking about the past and present with a girl from my class. and the day before that, an hour under a tree, as the night fell, discussing t.s. eliot, russian novels, and jandek with someone else.