music: if you were for me, rose cousins
today i am happy for the world to unfold slowly around my quietness. everything is blank and fresh and expectant. even the seagulls fold like envelopes high, high in the pale open sky. i eat lunch early (peppermint tea, scrambled eggs on toast) still in pyjamas and walk in circles round my room while reading nabokov's 'the gift'. i make a list in my journal of all the things to do while i'm in paris and beckie drops by for rhubarb tea on her way home from class. i finish my chapter, eat dinner and get ready for opening night. there are clean effortless lines around all the minutes of today and i'm waiting on what happens next.
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Opening night is here! i can't effing believe it! your day sounds lovely. mine was iffy. but the play will make it better!
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