How to become a literary, a luminary, to know and feel a sparkling flash of purpose and sense of self? In college, I dreamt of becoming a big city fish. In New York, I'm finding that everyone's a piranha.
Monday, June 07, 2010
Quote of the Day
Be strong, saith my heart.
I am a solider; I have seen sights worse than this.
Barely the definition of an adult, I'm trying to navigate through the city, the scenesters, the lackies, the lonely, and wondering if
I'll ever fit in.
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3 comments:
Like it!
I always liked how death was described as heart strings being unstrung, as though we were a fragile instrument prone to atonality due to the weather.
Which I suppose leads us to your next post.
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