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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Wednesday, May 08, 2002
wow... i was just cleaning out my email... oh, the memories...
man, life made so much more sense a few years back.
things were organized in a sense.
i knew what was going on.
i felt semi-trapped, but at the same time i had some kind of regularity.
maybe i had less depth or something...
i think i'd rather be a simpleton than whatever i am now... lazy... confused...
i wish i had any discipline at all.
i guess i had none then too, but then i only dreamed of my life being different, now i know my life could be different and it isn't...
now i know what i could have and should be doing.
kind of.
and i am always tired. and distracted.
what is my problem?
4:01 PM
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