epiphanic...?
right now, i feel completely different from how i've felt every other day in the three weeks i've been here, and i'm not sure if it's because i'm realizing how much i fucking love Grandaddy, or because i just talked to jon about the nature of poetry and why i really do love it so much, or because i went on a bike ride for an hour today and i love boulder. all 3 of those very nice things in my head right now amount to love and also remind me of much greater loves, so maybe that's why i feel so strangely swell. still, some weird block has developed in my head in the past several weeks that won't allow me to write. or, at least, everything i write feels really foreign and trite. i think it's part of this whole groundless, semi-homeless thing. actually i don't even have anything to say right now. bye