2002-01-22 - 5:27 p.m.

i'm cutting cords, not skin.

machine machinations machinatedmachinated machete il y avait une sensation dans ma gorge ce matin, katiennen.

"no, no. i think it's more like a ghost that's been following us both" - conor

at a time when i can feel the importance i used to hold in memories fadeup, i don't remember what music sounds like. i wonder if a certain irreplacable intensity of music is gone because i'm not anymore, now that i don't have a certain youthful chemical mixture in my brain.

(i know it's not over yet, i'm just tired right now and therefore saying things that are not really true but can nonetheless feel true).

sorry if i don't keep in touch, i'm going a little nuts without people.

it felt so funny today, to hear someone say the obvious (in the car she said "you're my friend" like it was nothing) and that was the best thing i've heard in a long time.

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