Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), there shall be no
check to my genius from beginning to end.
--Jane Austen
how should another know your mind?
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.
Cause everybody on the island
Was saying: Look at me! Look at me!
--Laurie Anderson
will he discern what quickens you?
Tuesday, March 30, 2010 @ 6:23 AM
I think that since he's backtracking, maybe I should too.
Go back to square one, and start retracing my steps.
How did I get here?
Why did I get here?
Do I really want this?
I was just reading farhana's blog, and thinking: I'm such a bundle of contradictions.
with every line, after a while, I was going: ME TOO. ME TOO. ME TOO.
You know, there genuinely was a point in time when I was strictly asexual.
Frankly, I actually lived during that period in time.
as in, a LIFE.
[muse: living is so much more than just whirling in circles, hoping to step on the toes of someone special and go: oops! I fell for you! or something similarly unrealistic.]