2001-12-18 - 11:18 a.m.
1. freshman year i carried a mirror with me. i would take it out of my bag and look at my face.
2. i don't carry mirrors or wear watches anymore. the idea of observing the unchanging appearance of my face and time itself seems too surreal now.
3. my chest, it cracks open, like an egg.
4. smiling and running at everything like we're all kids again and we can't help it