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leaving
When the setting sun casts amber light across the surrounding clouds, when the leaves blow calm and peaceful in the breeze, when shadow falls amidst the hush outside and you know that in the city the people are milling in the streets beneath streetlights bright as day, dancing in crowded clubs until the daybreak, pressed together their bodies ( Read more... ) -
catharsis
The camera panned out. The roaring of the crowd echoing around the stadium seemed to subside for a moment, then the five rings glided together, as though compelled by magnetic force. They hovered, the way skeletons of leaves rest on the surface of water. The middle one glowed a raw, molten orange and a spattering of sparks exploded. Against the ( Read more... ) -
June
It's been a while, I guess. I try to immerse myself in the strong Sensor culture my friends inhabit, and I get too caught up thinking about it and forget to write things down. Forget that I need to.
I'm going to be a writer someday. It's the only thing I've ever always yearned to do, the only thing I've ever truly felt strongly about, as though ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Sometimes the most beautiful parts of life are the things that go unseen. When I meet someone, I find myself wanting to do away with trivialities and small talk, wanting to delve deep and discover what motivates them. What makes them laugh, what makes them cry. What they truly want most in life. These things are more often than not completely ( Read more... ) -
and I've never met anyone quite like you before
On Friday night, I nearly lost my virginity to a stranger from a club. It was horrible.
I want to talk about it, but no-one seems to understand, or care. I didn't expect to feel so alone and unholy afterwards. I was so scared, I wasn't ready. I thought I was, but I wasn't. I have never been so terrified in my entire life as I was in that moment ( Read more... ) -
first houseparty
I got really drunk on Saturday and lost all sense of time, space, impulse control. Found myself giving an inspiring speech to two of my fellow art students, I remember them looking on, incredulous, in the kitchen. I think it was the kitchen. We played drinking games and before I knew it, I was absolutely smashed. Concluded the night having ( Read more... ) -
and you don't know why
In the distance I saw a child bouncing on a trampoline, hair streaming golden in the lamp-starred night. I had given up feeling any real emotion at all about my lack of personal attachments or places to go. Yesterday, I stood on a station platform and watched the express trains go hurtling past at a hundred miles an hour, and thought, "If I was ( Read more... ) -
missed opportunities
"Why did we stop talking?" I asked him. Rows of houses ranged on before and behind us, and I felt as though I was the femme fatale of a 1960s movie, suave and slick and just about indestructible.
Mike grinned sheepishly. "I don't know."
For a moment he seemed to pause, then we continued. Each step sent small jolts of pain rippling through the ( Read more... ) -
a letter to Jack Kerouac
December 19th, 2011 ( Read more... ) -
ny
A well lit room ( Read more... )