(no subject)
Back in Portland. Alone. Car buried in snow. Rereading ancient posts here and paper diary entries. I have such an intense loyalty to and deep affection for past lives and former selves (while also not condoning any of their actions). Plus, I think I was actually a good writer as a teenager, and I don't care what anyone says.There are so many I want to revive and draw attention to, but this one strikes me, and it's concise! LOL. I am amazing.
I miss and love everyone. Everyone I saw in Columbus, everyone I didn't see, everyone who lives here or of the Kenyon diaspora, oh, and that one lady I talked to last week for half an hour after a two-year-plus game of phone tag (Secret Squirrel, she lives!)...
I miss and love everyone. Everyone I saw in Columbus, everyone I didn't see, everyone who lives here or of the Kenyon diaspora, oh, and that one lady I talked to last week for half an hour after a two-year-plus game of phone tag (Secret Squirrel, she lives!)...