the experiences we have at sarah lawrence.

crying uncontrollably as part of the writing process

for a paper on eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

assignments that cut to your heart
as much as to the heart of the matter.

Spend money more carefully.  So many food expenses!  Jeeze.

Also, get a fucking job.  Oh, if only all my attempts weren't thwarted by the fact that noplace needs anybody.

What happens to your memories when they are not yours anymore?

I am not identical to my self.

I can simultaneously celebrate and subjugate you.

I can modify the substance of myself or I can work within it.

I'm curious about the promise of alone-ness.

I'm more interested in the depth of time than its linear passing.

I'm looking into the possibilities of living devoid of interpersonal emotion.

I wonder what it's like to just be okay.