Monday, April 11, 2005

I think the break has been made. Between the effective present and a particular portion of the phantasmic past. This is definitely progress. Not disdain, not disgust, not longing, not wonderment...this is a comfortable spot, a snug sunlit porch.

I spoke to him and did not feel anything at all except the need to ask perfunctory questions and listen to the perfunctory answers. I did not even feel the need to call back and that my friends is definitely a first.