scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

16.4.04

i'm in the That's Not Enloe period now. the one that somewhere deep - or, okay, maybe not so deep - in yr subconscious you really want to see everybody, so you see someone in the corner of yr eye and it looks like - hey is that - and then you look - and no, it isn't really. and there's this small, depressed, Oh. That's Not Enloe. That's Not Oka. That's Not Anthony. That's Not Clore.

and you're small and alone and lost in a foreign place, only you live here. and there's no Ozzy here, to go along with the total and utter lack of Angie, and Berheide, and Ben, and Eric, and ..... oh, hell. there's all these missing people, that have to still exist somewhere - what happened to franklin? is that borris in chicago? oh my god, that's aaron b***'s email address - and you google narayani and it goes zzzip! nepal! and just isn't working, and *sigh* not that it's a bad thing, to love such a highly unmanageable number of people, but ... one tends to lose track and get all weird once in a while ...

Labels: people

scrawled @ 04:21