
i think about this a lot

i think about this a lot
helen had said last night, as we sat and talked in her darkened living room, that while getting acupuncture: “i close my eyes and go to a place of timeless time . . .”
wow! i love it . . .
she’s going to study acupuncture in philly next year, and get certified to practice it and everything. that’s so cool
when i get back to germany next week, i’m finally gonna try it for the first time. i mean, it is free with my public health insurance . . .

miss emmi was a little confused why i had come in through the fifth-floor fire escape in lauren’s room LOL

laura and me
(apologies to anyone with epilepsy)

In an instant’s compass, great hearts sometimes condense to one deep pang, the sum total of those shallow pains kindly diffused through feebler men’s whole lives. And so, such hearts, though summary in each one suffering; still, if the gods decree it, in their life-time aggregate a whole age of woe, wholly made up of instantaneous intensities; for even in their pointless centers, those noble natures contain the entire circumferences of inferior souls.
—moby-dick, chapter 133



Yesterday I visited Tracey and Skip and Baby Rooney in Park Slope . . . we met at the Infant Swings in Prospect Park . . .

Tracey said Rooney has developed Stranger Danger senses and usually cries when someone new shows up. And yet she was just peacefully chillin with me the entire time! She loved my jacket and all the zippers. Hey, me too . . .
We have of course met once before, but she was barely two months old at the time. That was a fateful day for a number of reasons:



(I’m not sure what I’m doing in that last picture . . .)


