novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i will sail again to a distant shore far away i think i'm not used to being so adult about life. approaching it this way, bowing to time structure and responsibilities. buying and cooking food that is nutritious. sleeping responsibly. someday i will sail again to a distant shore far away. (violins ensue) yesterday i got home from work with armloads of work to work on while at home. there is now a clear definition between work and home and home and work and cars and feet and the porch at night, cats zipping between your slightly sleeping legs, you're reading a magazine staring at the pictures and thinking about time travel. my hands are tied. no ropes are tied around my neck. 10:01 am - 01.09.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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