novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the art of As I am becoming acquainted with its darker, more nefarious wrinkles, I am struggling to retain my faith in mankind. I know I have to wage this war or else I'm never going to be able to trust anybody ever again. Having a week away from everything gives me time to relax and reflect; I didn't realize how isolated I'd become in the past year, nor do I know how to gently prize its hold. I don't want to return to being an extra on Seinfeld every time I go out, though. These two things are tightly wound together: the need to trust others, and the need to trust myself. I think that trusting myself means learning how to make paper from discarded library books right now. I'm working on a series of broadsides in my head, working on the book, working on life. orthophony Orthophony 3:35 pm - 12.27.10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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