Watermark: Snapshot 21 July 02004

22 July 2004

Snapshot 21 July 02004

Such pain. I realize, again, that I am an odd person – my expectations of people so naive, my understanding so limited. How I am wounded again and again, yet seem to grow no calluses. Surely this is an error. Like N–, that blazing day, stepping into a parking lot from an air-conditioned building and thinking, "There must be some mistake!"

                                                                     pulling burrs
                                                                     from the dog's coat
                                                                              sickle moon