when i cast a shadow

i leave for college tomorrow.

so it goes.

:) / :(

when i was a writer (a follow-up)

for anyone interested in reading my latest story:

"don't say goodnight, a story in three parts"

dedicated to ******** and she knows why.

my sigh and heart are so heavy that i am surprised it does not shake the very ground we stand on, my dear.

can i say i love you?

most certainly, yes.


yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, goddamnit yes.

when i was a writer and reader of fictions

i finished my new story called "don't say goodnight" and i ended up inserting a lot of other little rants and monologues i had previously written, which fits with the main character, because he's a writer, like me, so the story is split into metaphorical stream of consciousness narration and sections where it's what the main character "wrote". i'm kind of happy with it. it's way more poetic than "salem and palomino" (my other most recent story), which i like. i still have to edit it and make sure it actually all makes sense (it's highly probable that it doesn't).

anyway, i counted and realized i've read a whopping 13 books this summer. holy bejesus. recently added to the read list:

- mysteries of pittsburgh, by michael chabon (AWESOME AWESOME book. really really good. i liked it a lot)
- apathy, by ...i can't remember. really funny. read it in less than a day.
- galapagos, by vonnegut. very good. definitely one of my favorite vonneguts.

and now i'm reading evening, by susan minot, which i really like. it's really good.

and i was reading the beginning of everything is illuminated earlier and it made me remember how much i love that book.

just wanted to talk about that to the eternal darkness of no one.