Tuesday the 13th of March, 2007
I met someone. And my life is suspended. Time apart hung from time together. When we're together it's solid.
I see fragments of anatomy. A tableau of poses. Truncated images. All of it is too much too take in.
I cannot remember what they look like.
I have run on the way to an assignation. I smile and think "nothing matters" and it seems like the most optimistic phrase ever. I think surprises and it's not yet May, when my inspiration is upcoming.
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