January 2012
2 posts
CCLXXVIII.
I make so many big plans, and none of them involve another person. Not anyone real, at least, just future capital-t Them, they who have no defining characteristic as of yet, aside from making me laugh too loudly in public places.
I feel as if I’m missing out on the quiet things people do for one another; making two cups of tea instead of one, sharing the newspaper in your underwear on a Wednesday...
CCXXIV. The thing about everything
Romanticizing is easy when you’re young and hopeful and believe a little too hard that everything will still work out. That the cheap apartment with its bare, dirty walls and low-ceiling attic bedroom and absentee living room will be the birthplace of your work of genius. That the degree you are paying for and working for and fighting for and fighting over will lead to something other than...