The more we are threatened, fragile, vulnerable, the more we renounce freedom in favor of an expanding necessity. Observing others then who laugh at risk, who venture on paths from which we have turned back, we feel envy; they are courageous where we are timid. We come close to despising ourselves, but recover quickly, can always take refuge in a hidden determinism. “It’s all an illusion,” we say; “it looks like their will and daring as against my inhibition and weakness, but that must be illusion. Because life is lawful…
Michael just got back from his trip to Cali. He brought me back this small treasure. I have since found an appropriate place on my wall, above my desk for it. I just love postcards.
Maybe in a little while i will post an image of the reverse side. After all, there are few things more entertaining than reading other peoples mail. I know this.
Now that we can lay in it.
( or lie in it? i dont even care… im graduating from college on saturday!)
(okay, so i definitely do care…i googled it:
-You need to lie down today, yesterday you lay down, in the past you have lain down.
-Today, you lay the book on the table. Yesterday, you
laid the book on the table. In the past, you have laid the book on the table.
Now that we can lie in it…much better.)
There were clothes on the ground
and there was glass in my shoes.
But we kept on walking with the sun in our eyes.
Everything was ruined, in a beautiful sort of way.
tracks downtown-the only good thing about Anderson is that it’s so rundown.
Half asleep underneath both of your jackets, I peeked my head out and watched your bodies move into the night. With the skyline behind your dark silhouettes, you were the perfect photograph inside my mind. Part of me wanted to get out of the car and listen to your words.The other part of me, the better part of me, didn’t want to cheapen the beauty of the moment with a lifeless conversation. So i just watched.
It’s weird what can move you when you’re half asleep.
I’m pretty sure free Wilco tickets qualifies as a personal emergency. Yeah?
I have two papers to write in the next 4 hours. One for art history and one for…basketball? Yes, this is my life. A little bit of Basquiat, a little bit of Michael Jordan… maybe-or should I do Mugsy Bogues? Slightly less typical. I think.
I’d skip sleeping for Jeff Tweedy any day, or atleast today.
I love how whenever my dad borrows my car, the next time I get in, I find Rush Limbaugh roaring.
I guess that’s how the future’s done.
Woke up this afternoon alone in your bed.
Talked to your neighbor but didn’t get a name.
Left you a note, could’ve written you a book.
Had some trouble with the deadbolt but it was 70 degrees.
I had no where to be.
Is going to be in ATL on June 19th.
I think we should go.