"I may not be perfect... but my cornflower blue kitchen towels are." Thanks, Kmart - I know now that there's a way to compensate for my imperfection. Roommate seems to be surviving sheet-and-towel-ville. Seems also to be surviving on orange juice bars and Stoli as well, if the fridge is to be believed. I should be home more. I should be home, period. Sometime.

Hi Rachel!!

Good to hear from you! I may be wondering where your photo is in
my site. I got yours in my computer, but I have got caught in so
many things right now, can't even get back to shoot till the end
of June. I am having a fundrasing exhibition here in Omaha. Wish
you were a little closer to come see it!

Nobuko

The project is gaining momentum, the picture is taken, the story is written, the deed is done - a fraud. A mistake at best and at worst, identity and face and skin and mouth and tongue all lies, a lie so big it turns my flesh inside-out. Made it up made it up made it up. I don't know how to start over. Ridiculous - small girl from small town no roots few friends none know truths really, and can't touch Truth if can't identify truth fact fiction without checking against party line first. Should start from scratch but don't know where would begin, nothing of substance here really, copy without an original. Pomo discussions irrelevant if Truth underlying all is that life is simulacra.. sounds punk-competent in theory but isn't even whistling wind in fact - just white space, colorless numb and untouchable nothing. I am whoever you say I am I will become whatever works for you and any sturm und drang is only own fault.

Even knife through palm of hand proves only that hand is cooperating as programmed.