"I always thought paradise would be a kind of library." Jorge Luis Borges
Saturday, May 17, 2008
I washed my hair with the same travel size shampoo I haven't used since England a surprise-- my senses highjacked because I haven't been breathing all that deep these months. Aching, I wanted to be all at sea, and realized it wasn't just there but northern Virginia's pines and the creek in my hometown and the roads that lead to Oxford and their cool pockets of air between trees that i just can't seem to find right now even though i keep looking My perceptions, maybe, are playing tricks on me.