like voices in a space that is absolutely soundless.
I can't sleep. I'm alone, but I'm not. I'm in another place right now. a joy division place. and a morrissey and nostalgic place and it's making me unreasonably sad.
also I feel like I'm reaching out to certain people who are just not having it, when they would have been eager to be there for me in another life. life comes and goes in waves I suppose.
I started reading the story of the eye by georges bataille at like 3am this morning, and went to sleep after getting about halfway through, woke up and eagerly finished it. I'm curious about the mispelling of certain words, whether they were just lost in translation or intentionally mispelled, and why if so.
all you literature majors better get back to me. I'm pissing on myself waiting.
Also as a result of learning that her life philosophy is based on this novella, I will never look at bjork the same way again, nor the video for "venus as a boy."
I have class in a few hours. I should try to sleep again.
also I feel like I'm reaching out to certain people who are just not having it, when they would have been eager to be there for me in another life. life comes and goes in waves I suppose.
I started reading the story of the eye by georges bataille at like 3am this morning, and went to sleep after getting about halfway through, woke up and eagerly finished it. I'm curious about the mispelling of certain words, whether they were just lost in translation or intentionally mispelled, and why if so.
all you literature majors better get back to me. I'm pissing on myself waiting.
Also as a result of learning that her life philosophy is based on this novella, I will never look at bjork the same way again, nor the video for "venus as a boy."
I have class in a few hours. I should try to sleep again.