i wrote a long entry, and then i erased it to feel the power of making something irrevocably disappear.
last night i dreamed of chocolate.
i'm reading nietzsche again.
i am lonely.
last night i dreamed of chocolate.
i'm reading nietzsche again.
i am lonely.
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That e-mail you mentioned is being formulated; my blasted book and other crises have kept me occupied. Also, I have spent some time staring at your bee-sting photo. I hope this is not creepy. The enchanting, damaged face.
I'd like to be chop-sticking a morsel into your mouth at Slanted Door (or somewhere less trendified) right now! Wine. But in the absence, words. Shortly.
LM,
R