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13:40

13:40 pm 

i have been writing a little, nothing much of value, things that i find in my sleep. i write even in my dreams. everything in the world feels intrusive, unnecessary, and harmful to my well-being. it is time for a movement. 

 

00:17

00:17 

fell down the stairs today. bruises on my arms, hips, and legs. i have perhaps the worst balance in the world. i wonder if angels get bruised when they fall from the sky. 

14:58

14:58

this morning, because i couldn't sleep but i wanted to stay in bed, i wrote a poem about a pair of lovers. in this poem, they were unfolding their clothes, but they could not find a compromise to their method. i think about the lover, and how he takes off his clothes, and places it carelessly on a broken chair in the corner of the room. this is a language i think, it means that he loves me, and wishes only to be dressed by the sun 

 

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01:14

01:14

listening to john michel-blais in my room in the dark, looking through this year's art basel catalogue. i remember when it was not as tender as now. the dream in the past has always been about moving towards a rich inner life, to take care of myself, to be more transparent, and less sacrificial. it's a precarious thing,.. figuring out which direction to take, whether to run or walk, whether it is safe enough to go barefoot. sleep feels like something very far away.

 

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