crooked through

overweening personal ambition is no virtue; but while i had it, i could have danced on a bed of nails (joyce maynard)

and i had mine cooked in a hot pot of stew, and found life anew not thoroughly crooked

neither death nor suffering could be as serious as i believe them to be. both are very common, and i must be deranged to treat them as though they deserved my special attention. i must try to be saner (paul auster)

solitary... retreat... of not having to see myself, of not having to see myself being seen by anyone else

after a day

i had mugs of chang in draft. it was opportune. to possibly leave me with a restful sleep yet i stay awake contemplating. that i probably had too many mugs of draft. there was a special surprise bag containing what can be associated with... more

Previous blog entries:
Feb 23	-	to sleep is to be free
Feb 22	-	kathmandu momo
Feb 22	-	back on a birethanti bridge