novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i want to make a paper boat and sleep in it forever. is adulthood a series of complicated moods squashing themselves together at the same time, polarizing your heart and killing all the in-between feelings? if it is then i am so good at it. i need a vacation, man. i'm taking it soon, in my big new room. the apartment is so beautiful in a used - but meekly endearing and geekily attractive - pair of running shoes sort of way. the walls are muted browns and the wood floors are buffered with some sort of resilience that scoffs at any accidental scraping of furniture. the french doors close all the way. (my view is ground level, now, less voyeuristic and thus less appealing.) and the room itself, so big. i can have an office corner. a reading nook. possibilities are fun. 1:33 am - 01.02.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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