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I owe it to myself to keep better track. I don't want to look back on my life and only have moments of "oh yeah."
But there's something to living life while you're living it. Something I haven't mastered.
And there's something to this "right to be forgotten."
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Days with Friends in California
[Editor's Note: Found this on my hard drive dated 12/19.]
At 10:30 AM on Friday I am awake and answering my cell phone; [the determined] will be at my station in twenty minutes and would like to meet there. The sound of BART makes his words loud, streaked with wind.
I shower anyway. I missed a text at 8AM, more or less, from [the actor]. He ( Read more... ) -
A walk in the Tenderloin
Some days it feels like it must be scripted, this life.
I left Yousef's apartment under the pretense of seeking food, but really because I felt uncomfortable listening to him discuss private matters with his family on the phone, even if half of it was in Arabic. "Maa-i-khussni if he doesn't want help, Mom." I glanced again at what I thought was a ( Read more... ) -
Today's entry brought to you by the letter S.
Balmy nights in LA bring tears to my eyes. The ever glowing city is out of my reach these days, but just get me a plane ticket and I'm there, I swear. Potential energy of Pasadena evenings slide away, the life sucked out by the snow on the sill of my second story cell two-grand-and-change miles northeast, where the air is just as dry but the wind ( Read more... ) -
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At the airport, Thomas couldn't help feeling that common traveler's worry that he'd forgotten something. He paused and patted himself on the chest and hips, but when this action failed to readily produce the image of the missing...thing, he moved forward into the security line, disgruntled. He checked his watch, rolled the corner of his boarding ( Read more... ) -
If it were me?
Years after the death of her twin she was still treated as a pair, from the name by which she was adressed (A tripping "Agn-Anastasia," often, but more often, "Agnestasia.") to the birthday greetings from forgetful relatives. It almost didn't matter that she survived, rather than the other, because reflective surfaces were ubiquitous in the city. ( Read more... ) -
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Observation: It's so dark here ( Read more... ) -
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