Archive for March, 2005

Confused

Wednesday, March 30th, 2005

I am confused and she is confused and I think [think] that I could feel a lot.

I saw Garden State and went swimming today in a very cold pool. I think I am a little strange.

“Anyway, it was just personal.”
– Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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Wednesday, March 30th, 2005

Dizzy. Dreamed about holding someone jumpy and excited — Lauren in the dream.

Sometimes I don’t want Rachel, and it’s better then, but she’s so perfect.

“. . . . frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiarist and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.”

– Fitzgerald, Great Gatsby

“He was both pleased with and ready to accept the finality of the fact that, if nothing else, he had brought about a fundamental change in her, and that was exactly enough.”

People

Monday, March 28th, 2005

Rollercoaster ride — good thrills, but it’s got its chains.

The word is “verge,” the person is me, the catalyst is for me to know and you to find out.