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a long train ride of conversation with my mom, and i feel better. i basically made a sort of elaborated laundry list of everyone i've ever loved, teachers, friends, family, unrequited loves, et cetera. and realized that for the most part i am doing rather beautifully right now. that conversation changed the entire appearance of the city-- my mom and i stumbled on the new york public library and read all the plaques with quotes from borges, isak dinesen, william carlos williams, jose marti, yeats, milton, et al. the clutching, rotten, burning sensation around my heart faded to background noise, and my eyes are brighter and more open to the options presented by my day. tonight we go to see 'bluff,' an off-broadway show directed by a friend of my mom's friend polly, and so we may very well be going out for drinks with the director after the show... i am fully prepared to enjoy myself.