What a strange and funny and ironic moment in my life. I have no idea. I suppose everything is cyclical. Or something. I have no idea. I don’t know. My phone is ringing. Bleh. Whatever. I’m tired of phones. Silly things.

I don’t know how I feel about life or anything. I wonder if some things that didn’t come through for me in the past would come through for me now that I have an M.A.

Who knows?

For the first time in a long time, I am not in a particuarly bad, nor a particularly good, mood.

I am just even and awake.

Who am I?

When I look in the mirror, I can’t quite see myself.

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“October 7th, 2000…

It is fall and I am lonely. There is little for me to do for the next
year but work and wait.”

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“The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear.”