i want to write something
or sit next to someone as they write something
and soak in the writing vibes.
the bebe was crying cause her parents are in nyc for the weekend and she's little and lonely. i took her from my mom and hugged her and she stopped.
ahh the illulsion of being special. it'll do it for you everytime.
the idea of all this simultaneous living is amazing me. this very minute, while i sit here totally absorbed in my own life, someone else is completely absorbed in their own life that is happening in some other country.
and all the things that i think about someone else has thought about and some other person would think all those things are the stupidest thing ever to think about.
there are people still living in parts of Africa in exactly the same style that they did hundreds of years ago.
right now.
i worry about the world blowing up and bush having us go to more wars and not getting into college.
they don't know about any of those things.
however they have all these threats to their life that i will never ever experience.
and god. when you think about it is so amazing. i mean i think it is.
the idea that murderers and babies and italian wine-makers and grape -squishers and nuns and kids and prostitutes and homeless people and ancient swiss grandfathers are all ...here.
right now.