05.17.05 - 12:16 a.m.

So I watched tv today, like I do once a year or so, and just like last time, the same tempting program "Top 10 Bridges" was on. Before, I'd lasted through the Sydney Harbor and Golden Gate Bridge parts. Today I only learned about Sydney.

I also talked to Kathleen/Caroline/Maddy/Zoe on the phone and it's pouring some time-traveling rain outside. I'm living my own life vicariously through the postcards I wrote yesterday but haven't sent, and every window in my father's house opens on to a different age. This one here is age 7. Back then I used to think I might wake up and feel the way i thought everyone else did. Was it one thing that made them that way or a combination of circumstances or what?

I think that all art is ultimately about time travel.

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