viernes, enero 30, 2009
the tone was apologetic. not sure why. she intimidated me somehow, maybe a sense of intimacy built not through years of mutual silent contemplation but constructed or erected by the sudden and inexplicable regurgitation of a self projection, maybe I was tired after a long week and she hit the right key that made the whole universe turn me vulnerable and weak, a vulnerability invisible to myself but transparent to everyone else, and while Beast of Burden played on my Itunes, the burden of such transparency imposed a steep slope to climb, and things balanced between airy flowness and beastly pulling. all telephone conversations are like that, someone else would note, not perplexed at all.
Posted by J. at 5:08 p. m.