i can be alone, yeah, on my own. i can watch a sunset on my own.
today was something.
i went the grocery store and walked out with a box of cereal and a bottle of wine.
i might be loosing touch.
and i'm consciously not stacking books.
spivak makes me feel subaltern. to her.
dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. i think i spelled that right.
i do know why i love that movie, because it's so close. so close.
sharpie journaling. always messy. pages are too thin.
i don't do poetry.
oh, academics.
off (oft) to be someone else's (k)night.
i can be alone, yeah, on my own. i can watch a sunset on my own.
