I've not done a slice of my journal post lately so I thought I'd feature some bits since December 15...
- 12-15-13 - New journal with clean passages for me to fill. Always a good deal of hope, anticipation and adrenaline (associated with).
- 12-18-13 - There is the here and now with all the talk and no proximity. I am a party to this but not a part.
- 12-18-13 - "Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened." - Rachel Johnson from Notting Hill, Actually.
- 12-25-13 - "Chekhov is the poet of melancholy and isolation and wishing you were somewhere else than where you are." - Salman Rushdie
- 12-25-13 - ...as nigh comes we drive to the utmost extreme of the city - where the suburbs have ended and the city really isn't anymore.
- 12-26-13 - Traditions seem to be my friend. I'm most comfortable in (the) throngs of tradition. I suspect this is a Capricorn thing.
- 12-27-13 - Distant train whistle/tracks rumble in my head/hot steel searing thoughts/cauterized-
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