Excerpt from Diary, 2009

"i'm obsessed with flipping back the pages and seeing the sentences piled up. surely this book will look handsome filled cover to cover. i write with no purpose or object then; just with a vague idea of "practice" and a desire to see the space filled. maybe a certain fascination with hearing my own voice. that isn't such a bad thing is it? i like to look in the mirror also."


funny how things can seem to stay the same, no?

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