a short list

there is probably a lot i could tell you about. my purse got stolen. my purse got stolen in a room full of people all from the same course. i fixed my printer. i thought it was broken but apparently not. i am going to become Free of the City, hopefully, on the 15th July. am i allowed to tell people that i am becoming Free of the City? i hope so. my hair is getting long. so long, in fact, i can wear it in a little pony tail. my first deadline is in just over a week. i am, surprisingly, prepared. i am going to holland in just over a week. i am going to stay with kammy, who i love dearly. i have been listening to all of those old songs. those old old songs. they make me feel "yes" and "no" at the same time.

but i don't want to tell you about any of those things. i don't care about any of those things. i am too busy thinking about all of those OTHER things, those things that exist beyond what you and i can see, the things that you and i can notice but nothing that you and i can articulate. things that exist in our minds, that we daren't speak about. but that exist. i know they do.