Saturday, 29th November 2003
Chain me to one of these boulders please…
I seriously, with all the bows and arrows of my heart, think that Philadelphia is the most rancid place that god ever had the nerve to invent as a punishing tool. I can think of two other people that agree with me…
Here I have sunshine and red rocks and kindness and some stupid studio monitor that makes it impossible to read what I am typing. I went for a hike yesterday in Topanga canyon and I nearly threw myself over a boulder and chained myself there until I remebered that I did not have any chains, only smiles and a contemplative silence, so I went and hid in a cave instead…
I have no desire to leave, but alas, my plan to find some rich old fuck on the verge of death has been thwarted by the fact that I was unsure where they might hang out. Instead I am trying desperately hard not to think about the fact that at some point soon I have to leave…
How long will I be able to survirve in Philly after this I wonder..?
Not long me thinks. Thank fuck I saved all those boxes to start mailing my books back home…
Wednesday, 19th November 2003