guess this is just a whiny lil thingy im gonna do...dont have a journal on paper anymore..dont kno why i stopped doing that...maybe that's y im going insane..anyway...got to go work on the bledy lit review in the afternoon..it goes on...life goes on...went to the brit lib yest...found the complete plays of sarah kane...she killed herself in '98, that's not long ago at all. she's close enough to touch...she was where i am...i dont kno if she was here precisely but blasted was set in leeds...read bits of the beatles anthology also...photocopied stufs for my walls...read some serious for proj stuf also...made notes...photocopies...people's names pop up.. familiar names...names i know, names iv met...names iv read...names in a telephone book...shostakovich...theres a version of hamlet out there in the world somewhere...in russian...with a score by shostakovich...how quirky and delightful...wonder if i'll ever find it...maybe i'll trip over it someday in a delighfully surprising way...
...dreamt of chennai ppls. sighs. it was absurd, but real. painful. but bootiful. wish i was there. dont kno when i will be next. i do kno that it will be different. empty. lacking. more people moved away. moved on. sigh.
hope i get some work done today. got to.
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