so, i've been spending a lot of time lately in buildings and rooms with hardwood floors, the perfect surface for dancing ( Read more... )

i'm home again, and i am preparing to leave. preparing in a way which i haven't for almost two years. or maybe i've never quite done this one before. i miss st johns terribly, but i am, among other things, nervous to return. why oh why do i get the feeling that my handle on ancient greek has dwindled to nearly nothing? not to mention what i know of ( Read more... )

the speed at which things are moving is something i don't know how to measure ( Read more... )

i think it might be a ridiculous habit that i'm forming: traveling over vast stretches of the country to run mundane errands.

as far as i can tell, that's what my last trip and next trip have concerned themselves with. oh, and following all the various yearnings of my heart.

that, too. that, too.

and on some nights, i dance until the sweat stings my eyes, salt water pouring in instead of out. is there something in that? i don't know. bittersweet days and bittersweet nights lately, you know ( Read more... )

punks on the loose.

soon, i will again take to the skies. i've been having some long days, and i'm ready to fill them up ( Read more... )

sometimes! sometimes! sometimes ( Read more... )

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dear boston,
i miss you.
love,
zach.