and back again
s'been awhile, and the hands are restless.
i cut off all my hair because i was tired of thinking so much about whether or not i was attractive to others. ironically, i have never had so many people approaching me to tell me how attractive i look.
after over a year here i feel like i've finally settled into my apartment, and it's exactly now that i'm looking at two bedroom houses on craigslist. i won't move, most likely, but maybe i will.
is there a point in one's life at which one stops feeling as if one is on the brink of something?
you know, when i don't write in here for awhile i often feel the simultaneous desire to fill in the holes and to leave them (the presence of absence), but upon my recent reading of anne carson's translation of sappho's nearly lost verse (if not, winter: fragments of sappho) i am reveling in the holes.
what does it mean to write absence?
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the next two quarters of my education are going to break open oceans, i am sure of it. what else to say, but
i cut off all my hair because i was tired of thinking so much about whether or not i was attractive to others. ironically, i have never had so many people approaching me to tell me how attractive i look.
after over a year here i feel like i've finally settled into my apartment, and it's exactly now that i'm looking at two bedroom houses on craigslist. i won't move, most likely, but maybe i will.
is there a point in one's life at which one stops feeling as if one is on the brink of something?
you know, when i don't write in here for awhile i often feel the simultaneous desire to fill in the holes and to leave them (the presence of absence), but upon my recent reading of anne carson's translation of sappho's nearly lost verse (if not, winter: fragments of sappho) i am reveling in the holes.
what does it mean to write absence?
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the next two quarters of my education are going to break open oceans, i am sure of it. what else to say, but