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oh, what a night, what a week. now that the day is done and I'm home to contemplate what work I haven't done and what work I still have yet to do, all I find myself doing is, even the company of friends, looking at photographs of people on facebook who I wish were my friends. or who I wish i knew better. or who I wish I won't or didn't have to say good by to. reading old emails. but this is all insubstantial. a thesis, though: this marks the end of one's undergrad career. and I can see in the way she goes through the motions (bossing, delegating, promoting, watching crew break down the equipment) that she's completely aware of the importance of passing of time. she's trying to garner significance and meaning in each mundane moment, and I only think, how long until I embody that moment. 'Hah, probably never,' I'm tempted to say, but all things come to an end, or at least (hopefully?) reach a conclusion of some kind.
i was going to put in something about how, recently, i'll try to intentionally accidentally run into people or a specific person for the sake of conversation and possibility of askoutanceness, but it all suddenly seems unimportant, or at least unintellible. or maybe i should just go to spain and marry a flemenco dancer and get it over with.
[[[anthropology of performance makes me think, how is this form of writing affected by a prospective audience? who is that? what are you? is my connection with the digital age what is keeping me from recording this in a reputable form, e.g. pen/paper? maybe one day I'll work up the nerve to tell you off]]]
i was going to put in something about how, recently, i'll try to intentionally accidentally run into people or a specific person for the sake of conversation and possibility of askoutanceness, but it all suddenly seems unimportant, or at least unintellible. or maybe i should just go to spain and marry a flemenco dancer and get it over with.
[[[anthropology of performance makes me think, how is this form of writing affected by a prospective audience? who is that? what are you? is my connection with the digital age what is keeping me from recording this in a reputable form, e.g. pen/paper? maybe one day I'll work up the nerve to tell you off]]]