la dernière

je promis

malade de coeur

comme si je n'existais pas
elle a passée a côté de moi
sans un regard, rien du ca va
j'ai dit aicha, prends, tout est pour toi

as far as i can tell jet lag does not cause profundity.

today is november 30. everything is different and yet exactly the same.

a one week surgery in which fantasies of amelie-dom were extracted. they'd been obstructing normal living and everyday functionality.

à la feuille morte

for paris

escape, non escape

le problème avec les voyages: vous êtes là.

I am in Paris at long last, jet lagged, in a little Montmartre apartment. My feet hurt because I walked miles today, but I can't sleep. So I went and got a pizza.

create

this is why art matters--mohammad assaf gave life-sustaining hope to millions of Palestinians in the West Bank and Gaza, using nothing more than a voice and a dream.

wooooo

essay done, a song to celebrate

there will still be lots of this

homesick

repurposing

i am going to use this space for story starts, in the hopes that i might achieve middles and ends.

swing

sad ECSTATIC dull numb tired

***

why doesnt the coffee shop ever loosen up and break into collective dance? i'd like to drive around in a hot car and blast fast songs.

***

yesterday was an emotional and expressive day. i stopped class to announce that i loved everyone in the room. it was misplaced affection for sure, but it felt nice and high

***

every dish in my kitchen sink needs heavy scrubbing. lots of microwaved leftovers and unrinsed plates this week, and so i don't want to go home.

......

writing is hard is writing

longing, leaving, not leaving

i have so many city lists in my word docs