11.19.05 - 10:00 a.m.

I'm staring across into one of the 5 backyards crushed into dust on my horizon line. One of the most cake-like houses I know is there, sitting on some clipped grass like it's a plate. Chimneys are already like candles anyhow. Indoors are pockets of air.

Last night at the Recyclistas show was a night of mares (we would all get along better if we snapped words in half more often and let their tired symphonies weight down our ears). Things will be better for last night, though, I hope, and rich histories need witnesses. I saw a lot of people I love and admire but don't understand my relationship to anymore, too. Some GOOD things, though:

-joining Winter's team
-a mystification of topography
-tiny muscles
-photography
-Victoria's chronic blank skies
-3 weeks left to this semester
-Fury and the Mouse
-letting my voice seep back into me for good
-the big idea this birthday-cake house gave me that I've gotta go execute now
-stopping shaking sometime soon

see< >saw

i whisper hello to everything