novembre

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then one day i met a man who came to me and said...

two of my friends that are in love are moving to opposite ends of the country. they feel like they've torn limbs away from their bodies. i know another couple who have instated a suicide pact should one of them die unexpectedly. one of my surface-friends never calls me unless it's for a ride; he seems to only contact (probably unconsciously) girls that he's romantically interested in.

all day at work i stare at a screensaver -an image of a painting stolen from some website- of a couple partially embracing. i'm not sure if it's two girls, or a girl and a boy, or a girl and a girl-boy.

the "more masculine figure" is very effeminate. his eyes are closed and he's facing frontwards, shoulders slouched.
the girl is to his left, her arm wrapped around his shoulders, her eyes open and staring forward.
it looks like a painting of a photobooth picture, except they both have very blank expressions on their faces. no posing. very delicate, loving, and sad at the same time.

i get quiet when i look at it, envious, wistful, let-down,
relieved.

4:14 pm - 8.10.01

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