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Things Learned: an Abridged Inventory

October just crept up on me this year; as it's my favourite month, I don't really mind that it's here -- in fact, I'm quite glad. However, I do wish it had given me just a little more time to prepare, maybe to find a way…
something saved for an intermittently rainy day

Before you get upset with me for holding out on you, know that it's only been two days.... Hmm... I've lived a lot in those three years, and funny, but I think it shows.
something I found on my way back...

This is from an old journal entry entitled "men, weariness, and a heart that oft wants to disappear:" Life's too short. It's too short for me to be apart from you.
If we spoke, I'd like to think you'd say, "The pencil is mightier than the pen, beautiful; remember that." I'd like to remember that. As it is, we've not been on speaking terms for a while, and there's not a reason in th…
Sundance

There's something emotionally charging about visiting my parents' house, the house where I did most of my growing up. It's this town, this house, these rooms... they summon the ghosts of emotions past, present, and futur…
waking up anxious

I hit the snooze and found myself lying there, a few moments later, wondering how much time had passed (and feeling as though it had been twenty minutes, not six) and when the thing was going to go off again. Perhaps thi…
"A house full of walls and utility bills"

Thick textbooks, covered in brown paper with intimidating, medical titles: on the shelf, the kitchen table, the counter, her desk -- about ten of them. Thick piles of laundry laid over the backs of kitchen chairs, basket…
In tonight's episode, our heroine discovers that her own history is dynamic....

He stretched out beside where I sat. I hugged my knees, looking down at his eyelids, his relaxed expression, the stubble on his chin. There it was: a warm, expanding feeling in my chest. I lay down on my stomach next to …
How is it that Ryan Adams seems to know my life?

(...and no, I'm not telling you which lyrics correspond with what or with whom....) You're free You're free You're free Free with a history The only difference is The only difference is The truth Truth is, I miss you …
remnants of my former selves

It always happens when I come here; late at night, I become a sort of garage archaeologist, an autoanthropologist (that's auto in the sense of self or "autonomy," not short for "automobile"). There are boxes of books and…