http://www.prickofthespindle.com/poetry/4.4/auslander/suitable.htm

finally picked up the collapsed clothing rack full of dresses that’s been laying on my floor covered in clothes.  funny how something as simple as establishing order in your bedroom can make you feel saner.  therapist having me write my way through the day and account for all time spent doing/thinking about what.  this is i think changing what i normally do and making me try to find concrete things to do so i can write them.  i don’t know if that’s the point.  but i’ve stressed to her i don’t necessarily want to stop ‘spacing out,’ i.e. thinking horizontally which society does not appreciate so much as the up an down…

whadda ya see, Audie?  (i don’t know why i called myself Audie)

this will be a good read.  i like you so far, macedonio.  i think maybe we see the world (sans time sans space) sometimes in the same way.

today i am awake.

thinking about trains.  i wonder whatever happened to lars the train-hopper.  i wonder what the train tracks in kingston by my old art show look like right now.  i wonder what would have happened if i’d went on the walk b wanted me to.

i like this poet.  perhaps i will purchase his house with a dark sky roof.  the last poetry book i purchased i lent to a friend i wanted to share it with who never gave it back and i really hope at least he is reading it because it always made me think of him.

• S: (adj) aural (of or pertaining to hearing or the ear) “an animal with a very sensitive aural apparatus”

today i am so grateful.  you are such a strong spirit and i am so honored that you chose me as your mother in this lifetime.

I have always had this fear of people, not actually of the people themselves, but of their intrusion.
(I just found this note jotted down on a piece of old mail.  The mail is a postcard from the Ann Street Gallery for an exhibit called Bound.  I don’t know why I didn’t go, but I should have.  I don’t know where I read that quote, but I know why I liked it.)