sigilla/sagoma - sigil/silhouette
Oct. 22nd, 2001 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantfleeing, abandoning dinner with pumpkin seeds scattered on the tables, roux whisked into a pan, quick!, underground to the shelter, the bomb is finally finally coming. i'm an official but even i know nothing. we dance cheek to cheek, your feet up to the ankle in tomato pulp. a bite a taste of juice.
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i stood in a burning field, j fetched my shoes for me and we fled the burning bracken before it could leap and follow us.
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i walked weary in a store and then leah was there! i squeal and tackle her in the aisle, we spin in an embrace and i kiss her in the soft crook of her neck.
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so my weekend was lovely beyond belief. i returned on the express yesterday, stumbling up on church street into the car with c. i forget every time how many staircases are involved in taking a bus in or out of south station. too many escalators to count. i returned with a bag of new clothes for work (blessings be heaped upon the 9.99 banana republic sale); i returned with a painting of jennie's; i returned with blisters; i returned with reluctance.
when i unpacked, the blister burst. right on the ball of the foot. this liquid came out; my instinct (i didn't think) was to put it in my mouth. a salt taste, a water taste. the distillation of what lies between skin and flesh.
saturday we saw from hell which was shockingly better than i would have thought. need to reread it.
sunday j & i walked into soho to see her office, which sent me into a fit of awe. like a studio; like a magazine; like a design space; like a gallery. it was beyond stunning, beyond all imagination. she works in the most elegant place imaginable. the graceful tables, the tall ballet windows. we had smoothies at V bar and then meandered back to port authority.
the original plan was to walk down to peek at ground zero, but we decided against it. too late in the day, too many blocks. the dust, though, i watched the clouds of dust rising in manhattan from the jersey city waterfront when we walked the dog on saturday morning.
friday interview was sucky; a loss. perhaps not a desireable position anyhoo. meanwhile gearing up for tuesday and dana farber. today a big nothing, an expanse of neutral grey.
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i stood in a burning field, j fetched my shoes for me and we fled the burning bracken before it could leap and follow us.
...
i walked weary in a store and then leah was there! i squeal and tackle her in the aisle, we spin in an embrace and i kiss her in the soft crook of her neck.
...
so my weekend was lovely beyond belief. i returned on the express yesterday, stumbling up on church street into the car with c. i forget every time how many staircases are involved in taking a bus in or out of south station. too many escalators to count. i returned with a bag of new clothes for work (blessings be heaped upon the 9.99 banana republic sale); i returned with a painting of jennie's; i returned with blisters; i returned with reluctance.
when i unpacked, the blister burst. right on the ball of the foot. this liquid came out; my instinct (i didn't think) was to put it in my mouth. a salt taste, a water taste. the distillation of what lies between skin and flesh.
saturday we saw from hell which was shockingly better than i would have thought. need to reread it.
sunday j & i walked into soho to see her office, which sent me into a fit of awe. like a studio; like a magazine; like a design space; like a gallery. it was beyond stunning, beyond all imagination. she works in the most elegant place imaginable. the graceful tables, the tall ballet windows. we had smoothies at V bar and then meandered back to port authority.
the original plan was to walk down to peek at ground zero, but we decided against it. too late in the day, too many blocks. the dust, though, i watched the clouds of dust rising in manhattan from the jersey city waterfront when we walked the dog on saturday morning.
friday interview was sucky; a loss. perhaps not a desireable position anyhoo. meanwhile gearing up for tuesday and dana farber. today a big nothing, an expanse of neutral grey.
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good time
Date: 2001-10-22 11:01 am (UTC)i'm off to the bead shop to see if i can get an interview.
i love you.
Re: good time
Date: 2001-10-22 12:02 pm (UTC)perry. bah. antony. bah.
i only dream about things that make me happy, anymore. like fire. like beauty.
none of these exes cropping up to freak a girl out on her way to stardom...
Re: good time
Date: 2001-10-22 02:56 pm (UTC)i like how a quoted your comment back to me. gives me something to think about.
xoxo! right back atcha.
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Date: 2001-10-23 06:52 am (UTC)Re: ?
Date: 2001-10-23 11:05 am (UTC)anyways, it's almost time for lunch...i really hope your interview goes well today, good luck!!!
no subject
Date: 2001-10-22 11:28 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2001-10-22 11:53 am (UTC)where in soho do you work?