when awake tastes of a dream

listen: skinny love, bon iver

i went to where you are and i got lost from you there. i wandered the squalor of glass buildings, clay buildings, iron buildings stretching up, up to the sky. i was so much alone. when i returned to where we'd been, everything had become anonymous; all hotel carpet & hospital lights. none of the people knew me and i could not bear to tell them.

there is a richness to this day that reminds me how quickly everything will change.

i like you for understanding the importance of hugs to those who live away from family.

the mouse has returned to our house, my roommate is wearing her rain-boots inside.

i am drinking licorice tea & editing articles & reading vogue at this very moment.

we made a friend for our lonely, across-the-street ghost out of shopping bags and branches.

'robot ponies' have been a mysterious theme running through this week's conversations.

i have been taking more photographs lately, but noticing small details so much less.

we're all going to meet up for the early showing of 'across the universe' at the oxford.

i am filled with over-fondness for these people and their lives.