Sunday, February 06, 2005

It's been a wonderful weekend. The city, the sights, the people and the blinkers. I haven't thought, fretted about or groaned over school for all of the last three days. And I wonder if I could stretch this weekend to encompass a lifetime...empty question this and confusing lives these. Work and sleep in no particular order of emphasis are now staring me in the face...

If the memory of happiness were to replace the ability to be happy, would that suffice? What happens when the memory and possibility of the absolute collide with the efficiency and the reality of erasure? Don't ask me, all I have are eighteen-wheeler truckloads of questions...the answers are not even at the stage of planning, forget commissioning and manufacture...nothing makes sense and not that sense is available for the making...

My phone calls for the day are done and everybody I love is either sad or angry or worried or stressed...and I am too far away...absence is such an uneasy excuse...but the day has ended and maybe tomorrow I will be around...maybe...