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.

 
Laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was home... going home

Actually, the opposite of that. I've just emptied out my summer things drawer into the first of many boxes and suitcases and preparing to move all the evidence of my life elsewhere. I always think it's so weird to see your winter clothes in the summer or vice versa. Some how it's like becoming someone else or that these things belong to a stranger. The posters are next to go. It's very strange to watch your room, previously dripping with everything that defines you, become anonymous again.
posted by lmjasinski at 6:37 PM