snapshots of a year

For as long as I can remember writing I have always kept some sort of journal or diary.  In elementary school I had a Lion King journal with a heart shaped lock; now I write in much more austere black and white composition notebooks, anything that can be procured cheaply or re-purposed.

I journeyed from Wichita, Kansas and back to Seattle in a whirlwind wedding weekend.  In the hours lingering between layovers, I found myself writing and reading passages I wrote the last ten months.  Here are some thoughts over the course of an-almost-year.

Omnis cellula e cellula.

All cells come from cells.

Life begets life.

(Non)Life

Of teacher, English

no more brain

room        no room--

     nothing           more                                     stop.

stop feeling --                    feeling?

NO time; NO words

NO language; NO first

     name              

two                        too         to   many papers

white winged birds

shit on your desk

try to clean it up-

     sigh:

eleven hour days…

RUSH TO FOURTH PERIOD!

debate the industrial revolution & wage

labor

It’s always ironic.