11/28/09 Instinct
I tend to run up stairs.
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11/25/09 139lbs.
Notes from October 4th:
I’m down to a 139 lbs. now. Little gray bags under my eyes that don’t go away. I spend almost two hours a day on the bus. I look at them; the faces. Some sane, some not. Working 7 days a week allows for little decompression. No room to be creative or indulge any type of behavior that provides me even with an illusion of happiness. I get confused about what day it is. Spent an extra 45 minutes at work this afternoon because I forgot when I was supposed to be off. My mind is growing more fragile, more violent. I’ve skimmed what is not a necessity in my life away. I have no friends-no social life-no love interest. I take a few pictures on the street during my breaks, or after my shift – and that’s everything. Day after day I fall asleep watching the same movie that I never seem to finish. The other day, someone mentioned living in San Francisco and I couldn’t help but look up in surprise. I live in San Francisco. But it doesn’t feel like I live in San Francisco. As far as I can tell I live on a narrow path the bus creates between my bedroom and my two jobs. The thought of leaving this predetermined course seems alarming, almost frightening. There is an entire world beyond this never-ending list of responsibility I have before me, a world I can’t keep up with because I’m too busy doing my job. This is how people fall asleep in their late twenties and wake up in their forties. This is how people get married without knowing it – have children without actually wanting any. A man on the streets offered me LSD today, “I have work tomorrow,” was all I said.
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11/24/09 A Brilliant No
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11/24/09 A Wild And Hollow Wind Speaks
A wild and hollow wind spoke in my ear and warned me of the abrasive properties of smiling too often.
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11/24/09 A City With No Grind Or Squeak
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11/24/09 I Guarantee It
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