Icari

Oct 04, 2003 06:07

There's so much that autumn compels me to do. I want to create just massive masterpieces of literature and speech and photography. This is not what I had in mind when I buckled down to write an entry.
I'm afraid in a way that fall is my favorite season because fall is when my memory waxes to it's clearest peak. In fall, I remember everything; in winter I forget. In spring, I remember everything again although much more generalized and piecemeal; again, in summer I forget. In summer my amnesia is at it's most potent and pure, and I love it. In autumn, my memory is expansive and joyful and I love that too.
I've decided that either in addition to or instead of Kennesaw for a semester, I'm going to leave the country for a month or two, depending on how much money I can hoard until then. I want to go to Spain, or Greece, or Australia, or South America.
It is getting noticeably harder to write in this damn thing. I miss the days of not so long ago when no one knew this existed but myself.
That is never going to happen again, I pray. If you know what I'm talking about you know enough. Fuck you for that and fuck me for my secret wishes.
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