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there’s a strange mirroring going on these days with three years ago, though i am more aware now. stronger, i suppose.

i am pulling back, however. writing poems in the library and freezing in the 1/2 bus shelter while the #1 takes 20 minutes longer than it should. walking down the stairwell, hours earlier, i realize the man walking upward is my former partner, and i look to the floor before he raises his eyes to see me. neither of us want to know the other has acknowledged their existence.

in nine months i will try to leave this city for another, and the journey will continue.

so bowie passed on yesterday, and it broke my heart. it made me think of this space i created for myself, when i was so sick not so long ago (but long enough to make me feel totally separate). i remember laying in my bed everyday, all day long, for 8 months in 2013—lost in a new city, getting sicker with the buffer of disorder and the mess of loneliness. not knowing how to get out. listening to bowie got me through.

if you’re still listening, all my love to you.

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Profile study, c1944 (Erwin Blumenfeld)

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beach time

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Antwerp, Roberto Bolaño

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sonia rykiel spring 2008

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Angela Carter in her office

can’t wait for my hair to get long

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George Plimpton: And of course, she had a terrible time with drugs and also the character that comes with that. Endless searching through her bag to try to find a key or to try to find lipstick or whatever…. but still enchanting anyway. Edie Sedgwick photographed by Nat Finkelstein, 1966.

i am trying, trying, trying to find a job. i have a certain amount of faith it’ll come. i want to be a barista—no joke. applied to 5 places on friday, 4 to go tomorrow. in the meantime, i am stuffing myself with tea and anticipating the first episode of ‘true detective’ w/a love. hope you are all having a lovely sunday *