The Book of Beginnings and Endings
I have divorced myself from the Heights (and all the shit that happened up here) and am moving to Brooklyn. I am throwing out almost all my belongings. I am not taking the emotional/physical baggage that I associate with this experience here with me to my future home.
The place looks really cool. Perhaps I'll post some photos of it. Also, there are 5 cats living there. Meoooooow.
In other news, Jenny Boully's book of essays The Book of Beginnings and Endings just found its way into my mailbox and I am thrilled. I have been watching too many movies and, although I am in the middle of Margaret Atwood's The Blind Assassin, I feel I need something that challenges me more with language. Also, I am looking for some interesting work in German, so if there are any suggestions out there, throw them towards me please!
And did I tell you that I'm beginning to pick up bits and pieces of French? I am surrounded by French all day long and I think my brain is starting to do what it does when it's immersed in another system of language. I feel like a sponge, but I don't know what I'm absorbing. I have no way of deciphering the actual words themselves, but I can hear how they're spoken and pretty much get a good sense of the context.
I don't feel like writing in this journal anymore sadly. For some reason it seems so self-important to blog about oneself and one's life. I guess I'm starting to shy away from this type of thing. At the beginning, I was so curious about other people's lives, reading about them, feeling all the part of the voyeur into other's worlds, but now I just feel like I am talking about myself to myself and I find that obnoxious. I don't know when I'll be back to write more. Maybe I'll change my mind soon, maybe it's just a mood I'm going through, but maybe it's not and I may not come back to write about anything (at least about myself).
OH AND: For the first time since I was a child, I saw fireflies. I was walking through the Columbia University campus on my way to a birthday party in the math department and as I was walking through a grassy area, I saw them and I felt overwhelmed with happiness. It made me remember how happy and curious I was as a child.
The place looks really cool. Perhaps I'll post some photos of it. Also, there are 5 cats living there. Meoooooow.
In other news, Jenny Boully's book of essays The Book of Beginnings and Endings just found its way into my mailbox and I am thrilled. I have been watching too many movies and, although I am in the middle of Margaret Atwood's The Blind Assassin, I feel I need something that challenges me more with language. Also, I am looking for some interesting work in German, so if there are any suggestions out there, throw them towards me please!
And did I tell you that I'm beginning to pick up bits and pieces of French? I am surrounded by French all day long and I think my brain is starting to do what it does when it's immersed in another system of language. I feel like a sponge, but I don't know what I'm absorbing. I have no way of deciphering the actual words themselves, but I can hear how they're spoken and pretty much get a good sense of the context.
I don't feel like writing in this journal anymore sadly. For some reason it seems so self-important to blog about oneself and one's life. I guess I'm starting to shy away from this type of thing. At the beginning, I was so curious about other people's lives, reading about them, feeling all the part of the voyeur into other's worlds, but now I just feel like I am talking about myself to myself and I find that obnoxious. I don't know when I'll be back to write more. Maybe I'll change my mind soon, maybe it's just a mood I'm going through, but maybe it's not and I may not come back to write about anything (at least about myself).
OH AND: For the first time since I was a child, I saw fireflies. I was walking through the Columbia University campus on my way to a birthday party in the math department and as I was walking through a grassy area, I saw them and I felt overwhelmed with happiness. It made me remember how happy and curious I was as a child.