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I had a talk today with my aunt, who works part-time at the store. I'd retreated to the storage room and sat there reading; it had turned out there was no work for me to do today. She'd wandered in to get something from the mini-fridge and saw me there ( Read more... )

I have been feeling dangerously alive today. It's as if someone has severed some cord tying my insides together and now my brain is rolling around like a loose marble. As I was walking here to the library I felt a sudden surge of heat in my shoulders and I wanted to smash something apart. The trees and the buildings trailed past me in a great hurry ( Read more... )

As I made my way home I passed by a large, perfect spiderweb with an enormous garden spider in the middle. The spider grew more and more monstrous the closer I looked--its size and bulk felt offensive, unseemly. The spider took up more space than was necessary, . But worst of all was the effrontery of it, the fact that it was was so visible, so ( Read more... )

-I know a girl who writes the most idiotic livejournal entries about sunsets, autumn leaves, and perfumed air. It makes me want to swear off of dreamy, descriptive prose for the rest of my life. Lately I've been realizing that metaphor as a vehicle for description, while still important, is not quite so central to fiction as I used to think ( Read more... )

This was a dream I had last night, narrated all the way through like a movie. Makes no sense ( Read more... )

dreams in the past couple of days ( Read more... )

Perhaps the most unsettling thing about Thursday is the fact that I can't write about it. Usually that's the first thing I do to come to terms with whatever's upset me--I fix it into words. But I feel as if writing about Thursday would somehow diminish what I felt and experienced. The diary for me is a way to fuse history onto paper, but right now ( Read more... )

i am not okay.