...back after almost three weeks offline, and it feels like the world has moved on a thousand years since. My life is a series of backlogs, a neverending game of catch-up.
2001-08-20
Rachel
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- Announcements: I have to pee. Charlie is purring....
- Happy midnight everyone!
- Something my birthmom wrote to me in a little note...
- Listening to: the hum of the puter and the clackin...
- Listening to: my heartbeat Checking out: more of e...
- Listening to: Batman (1989 with Michael Keaton & J...
- Listening to: Pixies, Where is My Mind Checking ou...
'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.
-- T.S. Eliot
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