the room is chilly and i have not done what i promised. i have made connections though, the most impossible of the impossible. i talked to allyson in the rain with the cars slidding by and the grey eating the sky, and i've visited every post office and place that delivers packages within a five mile radius. i have gained a ridiculous amount of ( Read more... )

i am hoping for more energy so i can leave this place and these people and be on my own (but not alone). even the crevices of this place reach a bottom, and i can see it now so clearly. everything wears thin and blurs. the days and nights run together, sleep is intangible at four am but more than welcome by noon. i am envious of puppets-- i need ( Read more... )

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i saw a sculpture this morning on my walk back from class. i was feeling rather melancholy, busy convincing myself i was an idiot, when i stumbled into the most random installation. there were around fifty windmills on the ground, five rows of ten...and they were planted into this corkboard and sort of gently spinning. there was this wood frame ( Read more... )

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this time things will be different. i have the power to make everything change.