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.