2014-05-26

2014-05-26 01:29 pm

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Dreams of being in a bare room, lying on the floor, hiding from the view of the window, plotting murders on paper with a sharp pencil. Dreams of work: distancing myself from it, leaving, becoming irrelevant.

Before the dreams, Sunday night with H: she cried because I decided to go home. She's not petty; she knows it represented something much greater. I feel a basic rottenness in myself.

Today, a beautiful spring afternoon that's only left to fall through your grasping hands. The weather can only get you so far.

"You are guileless in your dreams" - Jenny Holzer