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Oh, for everything that home here is, it gets so slow and lonely sometimes. The group is too small, the younger kids too young now, the older ones moved on too far or stuck too bad. Everyone works full time at eighteen, nineteen, in the summer, no fair. Went briefly to a big party in the woods, mostly people a few years ahead of me, and they were ( Read more... )

I'm just prowling.

Thinking about someone until he becomes mythic - last night in my dream his eyes glowed - yeah, I'm sure that's really healthy.

Oh, forty hours are a lot of 'em. It's a third of five of the seven days of the week. Since the job's flexible I've been spreading it out to six of the seven - I don't have the attention span for a movie anymore, much less eight straight hours of the same things five straight days ( Read more... )

Coming home for a while is going to make it so much harder to leave. My parents have made me a paradise here, a very particular kind and not one you'd expect. A poor-man's wealth that treats me harshly ( Read more... )

May 18th: This morning I saw a deer, a doe, crossing Route 153 from woods to woods. This evening I saw a moose, in the wetland off the side of Route 113 ( Read more... )

It's like this is my life now, like school - grammar and readings and a housefull of sisters - is far in the past. This is my life now, but it already feels like the routine. I'm too busy, too tired, to live anywhere but the present ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here in the library with the goal of finishing once and for all this conference paper that began eight months ago, but I'm distracted by many things. I'm "sharing" with my fellow students a really criminal amount of illegal music and Desperate Housewives episodes, for one thing, but I'm also distracted by this memory, also eight months ( Read more... )