Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
Summer thunder storms

So my day "alone" spent catching up with John - hashing out my time away and his time in the city - of course tangentially talking about the future with great ambivalence, how much we fear being terminally alone - or even worse, dependent. Work, grad school, and an article in the NY Times about "interns of privilege." A nice time really, sitting at the kitchen table (where I am convinced the best conversations happen) while the summer thunder boomed outside in a theatrical way. But it was nice - and a connection I needed to mend before jumping back into the city head first.

Think I am going to sit and spend some time with my journal and a good pen, listening to the new counting crows (but very excited about the new Bruce Springsteen this week) and enjoy the rest of my Sunday.


posted by lmjasinski at 4:34 PM