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In my dream last night we were in a car driving through the streets of another small Colombian town at night. You looked at me like you used to and said, "I'm not going to love you and look at you like I used to." I said I didn't care as long as we were together, and again, you looked at me like you used to and kissed me like you'd been waiting to ( Read more... )

Establishment ( Read more... )

I'm finally reading Nausea by Jean Paul Sartre. I believe him to be obstinate in order to assuage the pain of his intrinsic romanticism. He is not as convincingly detached as an epitomical existentialist should be. The vaccuum feeling seems to dawn on him in quick surges. He just seems to have a very hard time reconciling the feeling of static ( Read more... )

My fear is that he will never have the epiphanies I wished and knew he could have. What kind of love is this? Is this love at all? Could I have loved him for who he was if there is a residue of disappointment for what he has become ( Read more... )

I didn't expect Luke to look in the brown paper bag I've been carrying around with me since 6:12 this morning. I set it next to my purse on the table at OMA to stand in line to get my usual tinto Americano ( Read more... )

Again. Here I am. The only person on earth. And how could I become bored with the constant procession of drones prodding at me ( Read more... )

I always begin writing by saying that I don't know how to begin. This is not the first day of my new life....people do not change except to slowly and steadily magnify the importance of their own personal tastes ( Read more... )

Lattice ( Read more... )

I didn't dream last night ( Read more... )