18 January 2005
Days flow by like water here; I fill my time up with spurious efforts at creativity which don't seem to fulfill me as they used to.
I spoke to him today. He shifted at times, from looking straight into my eyes to somewhere past my shoulder. I don't know whether he meant to be vague or cautious or off-putting.
I also saw another him for the first time in a while. I detected his presence, before, but it clung then wisped away like a bland nightmare. When I saw him, I was surprised but not. We made our awkward hellos.
The taste of spicy hummus is in my mouth. I find I like it.
I spoke to him today. He shifted at times, from looking straight into my eyes to somewhere past my shoulder. I don't know whether he meant to be vague or cautious or off-putting.
I also saw another him for the first time in a while. I detected his presence, before, but it clung then wisped away like a bland nightmare. When I saw him, I was surprised but not. We made our awkward hellos.
The taste of spicy hummus is in my mouth. I find I like it.