2003-04-29 - 10:27 p.m. - read.
here are books that you trace with your finger, not brail, just ink, flat, and two dimensional until you touch it, until you breath into your lungs, absorb it all the way down into your bones. there are so many stories that come to life inside of a finger print, so many intricacies and mysteries that grapple with their own mortality, turn to sweat and run off of your skin.i am reading again. and writing. so close to the end of student teaching, i am letting go of some responsibilities and stresses and enjoying my brain and my creativity as something that is mine again. for now it does not belong to students or teachers. it is not the property of lesson plans or research papers. it is mine.
and you better fucking believe i am going to enjoy it, use it, abuse it, who knows, destroy it in an attempt to squeeze every ounce of life out of it before it's too late.
if i ever let it become too later.
xoxo
listen to: Sound Dust, by Stereolab, Septembre Girl, by Kelly Caldwell, Sugar, by Aloha, After the Gold Rush, by Neil Young, and All Your Summer Songs, by Saturday Looks Good to Me.
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