Life

[sino_rimbaud]

The night I turned thirty, I lay in bed with my eyes squeezed shut, trying to follow the dazzling array of kaleidoscopic visuals that pulsed and breathed and transformed beneath my eyelids: purple-black flowers, peacock feathers, pirouettes of paisley, jagged polygons. Over and over again the same two motifs resurfaced, usually in the center of my

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Your age

[a_tilted_bottle]

For some reason, before reading this, I thought you were older than you are. Wise beyond your years? Something like this? (I came back on Livejournal to delete it--this whole thing is very shameful. I look at things I used to write and think and feel afraid of myself. But your transition into 30 and your ability to continue to write in Livejournal is actually inspirational.)

Re: Your age

[sino_rimbaud]

Hey, it's nice to hear from you. I guess I've lapsed out of writing here since my birthday. Seems like a fitting closure or pause for a journal that I created fresh out of undergrad, with such a smug yet tacky handle. ;) I'm trying to refocus my writing efforts elsewhere these days. We should keep up if you're active on other, dare I say, more "social" networks.

Re: Your age

[a_tilted_bottle]

I've deleted my Facebook because I'm spending too much time on it, but I still have a Twitter. My handle there is world_on_a_wire.