... (it's a theory thing, but i can't remember whose)

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.