on a wayworn sense of life and beginning anew...
suddenly, i find myself alone and typing letters from an apartment in Milledgeville, GA...
new car, new address, new city, new state, new school, new degree; from here on out, everything is new. since my arrival here last Sunday, i've had a most difficult time equating aspects of my life here with any sense of concrete reality. it's as if i could wake up--sucked back into normalcy at the drop of an anonymous hat or by the snapping of someone's fingers--comfortable and secure and beside michelle in my bedroom at university commons. even stranger, though, are the wildly vivid dreams that visit each night's sleep and, without exception, interrupt it. in a doze, after the hours of tossing and turning have drained me entirely, i am barraged by an endless ebb and flow of quarreling images; an epic of mismatched faces and memories that, as if fueled by some unknown source of electricity within, tear me away from my rest with a haunting jolt.
in short: feeling strange.
over all, i can see myself being perfectly happy here. sure, it'll be a far cry from the last four years at LSU, but--especially when i remember the unthinkable amount of time i wasted there--i look forward to the opportunities i'll have to work, think and, hopefully, produce some fiction of a much higher quality while spending the next three years in the middle of Georgia. it'll just take some getting used to, i suppose. then again, what doesn't?
more to come...
new car, new address, new city, new state, new school, new degree; from here on out, everything is new. since my arrival here last Sunday, i've had a most difficult time equating aspects of my life here with any sense of concrete reality. it's as if i could wake up--sucked back into normalcy at the drop of an anonymous hat or by the snapping of someone's fingers--comfortable and secure and beside michelle in my bedroom at university commons. even stranger, though, are the wildly vivid dreams that visit each night's sleep and, without exception, interrupt it. in a doze, after the hours of tossing and turning have drained me entirely, i am barraged by an endless ebb and flow of quarreling images; an epic of mismatched faces and memories that, as if fueled by some unknown source of electricity within, tear me away from my rest with a haunting jolt.
in short: feeling strange.
over all, i can see myself being perfectly happy here. sure, it'll be a far cry from the last four years at LSU, but--especially when i remember the unthinkable amount of time i wasted there--i look forward to the opportunities i'll have to work, think and, hopefully, produce some fiction of a much higher quality while spending the next three years in the middle of Georgia. it'll just take some getting used to, i suppose. then again, what doesn't?
more to come...