"Here we are parting forever, and no one even understands how sad that is. Out of two people, there's just one apiece left ( Read more... )

just to document that this week actually happened:

working here and there, finding myself to be more charismatic with customers than i would have previously believed myself capable
afternoon naps.  excessively lazy.
social life: too little, too late.  innocent, prying text messages from chris that cause mood-ruining ruminations.
breakfast at wild fork ( Read more... )

"He could not shake the feeling--reportedly common among ghosts--that it was not he but those he haunted whose lives were devoid of matter, sense, future."
 -The amazing adventures of Kavalier & Clay, by Michael Chabon

why do i feel like I'm burying a time capsule when I store my stuff in Tom's cellar? See you when I'm 15 months and a foreign country older, beddings and personal effects...

my room is bare, and i kind of like it. in the same way that sometimes I like being naked or remembering people who hurt me; seeing plain mattresses and plain walls reminds me how easily comfort can be stripped away. i do find, however, that a computer is a much less effective time-waster in an empty room. with the support of a heavily knick- ( Read more... )

another year gone and I can't believe how Middlebury always manages to end on a good note (finals aside). laurel and i had a conversation yesterday about how the campus has this illusionary way of making the first and last month of the school year resemble each other enough to raise doubts about whether the intervening months happened at all ( Read more... )

i shouldn't, but that's mostly unrelated to whether or not i will.

wait, did that actually happen? really wonderful and unexpected. and i distrust my excitement. and i want it to be true.

I will make this post (drunk), not knowing if it should be made at all ( Read more... )

Last night I felt warmed from the inside by ennui. I made use of some scrap paper and Stone's dental floss and a copy of Rolling Stone to fashion a strange 2-dimensional something. Like my paper cup telephone line drawing from j-term, it's a lot about how painful it is to feel like you could share a kinship with somebody if it weren't for all the ( Read more... )