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.

 
I am climbing the walls over here... I've traded in my French reading for beer and talking on the phone. If you have the capacity to rescue me, then you are hereby morally obligated to do so...
posted by lmjasinski at 10:22 PM