December 2011
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November 2011
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171/467 pages into 'Kafka on the Shore'; it's...
They have a physical power, their breath grazing any humans who might chance by, their gaze zeroing in on the intruder like they’re spotted their prey. Like they have some dark, prehistoric, magical powers. Like deep-sea creatures rule the ocean depths, in the forest trees reign supreme. If it wanted to, the forest could reject me— swallow me whole. A healthy amount of fear and respect...
I was the black inside your coffee that you didn't...
Cozy with a good book, and tea. Coffee with Mikal in a few hours. Printmaking all over the world. Come home, make a book about ‘loss.’ Sleep, class, hotpot with Brian. Draw, make a book using someone else’s text. Get drunk with boyfriend.* Sleep. Meet up with Squillie, coffee with Mikal, class for a little, drop acid, go to concert with Ying. Sleep. Friday, no class. See...
This is stupid. It’s totally dark outside.
“Nakata let his body relax, switched off his mind, allowing things to flow...”
– Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami
A+ to Thanksgiving break.
Dope weather, people trippin’ triangles, silly people, booze and biddies, eves cuddle puddles, nesting, being surprised by family, AA meetings, people thanking me for being me, and ending with a meow, and some art time.
But as soon as I get back to Boston real life interactions won’t exist. I will be locked in my room with lots of weed, and acid to fucking...
Just for the record: Once you make your very own chrysalis, it’s really hard to leave.
Some bizarre situations come about in life. The past two days have held their fair share of strange and beautiful, and I’m so grateful.
Now, after the friends that are truly my family, have left, I am sitting down, with my brother’s dope bong, and mulling over life, and it’s intricacies, and the weird conversations that I’ve had.
I hope everyone appreciates everything...
