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thank you disillusionment

Thursday 8 November 2001 | someone left a cookie

thank you india
thank you terror

I don’t have anything to say, really. It’s time to go home now, my job is exhausting, and it’s growing dark outside. My lost 5:30 am post typed this morning while my husband slept peacefully, impossibly, beautifully one room away was all about how the snow was massing picturesquely over the Sangres, the lavender predawn sky, the pangs of mortality, etc., but never mind the poetry—my back hurts, I didn’t have time to eat my two-day-old sandwich, and my hiking boots smell…suspicious. Let it go, for another day.

Not much longer now, always hisses the little voice, and I know perfectly well what it means: even if there are forty more years left—it’s still not much longer now.

thank you nothingness
thank you clarity
thank you thank you silence

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  1. anaj said on Wednesday 27 Feb 2008 at 5.57 pm:

    incredible - you were a blogger in 2001 already? Wow, I think this is the oldest blog I have ever seen!


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