For a class on short stories we had to read two from Borges's Ficciones, so I got a copy from the library. The copyright is 1956 and this, the seventh printing, is from 1966, and the book itself is falling apart. I'm a little afraid to put it in my bag because I don't want it to break more, so I usually carry it in my hand. The edges of the pages ( Read more... )

To ten of you, who might know who you are ( Read more... )

Summer 2006 ( Read more... )

I dreamt last night of a huge domed building, an arena of some type, with a dirt floor. There was a monster inside, a great dark shape that never held still. A woman was with it, trying to talk to it, understand it. She said, "You don't know what it's like to love a demon," with equal parts sadness and disdain ( Read more... )

I sure don't feel like getting out of bed yet. I suppose I will soon. There's a Spanish paper to write, and people to see ( Read more... )

Some good things as of late ( Read more... )

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The sky is blue yet there is a chill and damp in the air that keeps the sweaters on. I think I'll go to the beach. Rather than do homework? Yes.

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