M I N D - T H O U G H T S
January 2010
For a day or two I thought my mid-life crisis was over. My stomach is rumbling all the worse. The desire for change, uncertainty, movement are those terrible trick birthday candles. I bought a new flannel that looks almost exactly like an American Apparel flannel at the thrift store for about $40 less. I think this was a straw on my camel. I really want to throw out 85% of my possesions to make leaving easier. Or at least more plausible. I would like to return to the womb. I would like a camera again. I realized I long for too many things. I haven’t used French enough and lost a fair amount of it.
“I really want to throw out 85% of my possesions to make leaving easier. Or at least more plausible.”