2002-12-13
2:34 p.m.
everyone laughs to disguise they're down
no fucking way. the day is cloud-, wind-, and cold-free. the thick fat chunks that fell all thursday evening are trickling downhill, melting fast to give me good takeoff TOMORROW MORNING and taking me back to spring when I was 8 years old. all that's left: cleaning, pasting, packing, visiting, laughing. i'm lucky to be leaving, and so lucky that i'm coming back. so with a borrowed camera, i built my neighbourhood in pictures to force on my family. i need them to understand my context here, to know why all tension dissipates on days like this, with the sun reflecting off yellow houses, blue houses, my bright green house. i look east to the ocean from my corner, west to the commons, south to citadel hill, and north to - well, okay, north to crack houses. but they're gentrified crack houses for the first block, anyway. plus north is the direction of the freckledfiend. so i'm looped, and hideous after a week without sleeping, and i keep forgetting to eat and drink, so you know what that means? absolute BLISS waiting for me at home. i'm in love, i'm in love, i'm in love, i'm in love,i'm in love, i'm in love. with non-linkable or more private people, too. oh this joy. every good story has already gone around
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