2003-04-23 - 9:12 p.m. - -
and there is a light just beneath the ground, weaving between our feet when we walk. according to Fitzgerald that light is green. according to eastern mythology, it isn't a green light at all, but a red thread. i am pretty sure that whatever it is it is the thing that keeps us alive. and to think we always thought it was in the sky.tonight i started writing a short story while i was in class. it is about a woman who enters into a relationship that she recognizes as abusive from the beginning but she does because she is afraid, and sympathetic, and a little bit awed, and a little bit greedy. ulitmately the relationship is going to deoncstruct and she might just kill or maim her lover. not sure yet. 'of course,' you are surely thinking, 'it is a post-colonial allegory.' i forgot to mention that the woman is of mideastern descent. i have to do my homework first before becoming more specific. of course many post-colonial theories will be applied.
yeah. im a geek.
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