Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
back in ny
In New York now...
It still feels like part of the road-trip.
I'm reading about writing a book. Language will never totally express my experiences, but hopefully others will identify with my stories and perhaps be inspired in one way... or another, whatever that means.
It still feels like part of the road-trip.
I'm reading about writing a book. Language will never totally express my experiences, but hopefully others will identify with my stories and perhaps be inspired in one way... or another, whatever that means.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
The prep for going across the country... again. Back to NYC.
San Luis Obispo, CA
1.18.2009
…I don’t want to leave.
But, I do.
But, I don’t.
But… I’m not leaving.
This must mean that I don’t want to leave right?
It started with having so much to do that packing was just taking longer. Now all of the tasks that I was planning on doing a month ago I am finally doing… now. I was “supposed” to leave 7 days ago. The days are just flying by and I am just doing a lot and organizing and exercising and going on walks and brief beach visits, but my g-o-d, when am I going to leave?
I am going over choreography and making work, ideas. Very splotchy. It’s weird. My mind is racing. I am tired. I have a lot to do. I have been procrastinating. This has made me ultra-late. It’s weird. I need some space. I am freaking out. Leave lady, leave. I feel like a ghost here. I generally do feel ghostly. Not to solidly linked to the earth. What am I talking about? I’m tired, tired. Hot, hot. Sleep someday.
1.18.2009
…I don’t want to leave.
But, I do.
But, I don’t.
But… I’m not leaving.
This must mean that I don’t want to leave right?
It started with having so much to do that packing was just taking longer. Now all of the tasks that I was planning on doing a month ago I am finally doing… now. I was “supposed” to leave 7 days ago. The days are just flying by and I am just doing a lot and organizing and exercising and going on walks and brief beach visits, but my g-o-d, when am I going to leave?
I am going over choreography and making work, ideas. Very splotchy. It’s weird. My mind is racing. I am tired. I have a lot to do. I have been procrastinating. This has made me ultra-late. It’s weird. I need some space. I am freaking out. Leave lady, leave. I feel like a ghost here. I generally do feel ghostly. Not to solidly linked to the earth. What am I talking about? I’m tired, tired. Hot, hot. Sleep someday.
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