i didn't realize i was such a slave to structure until now. i mean for god's sake, i am a proud pisces! pull it together and go with the flow, sistah! but alas! maybe all of my anthropology teachings about the structural anthropologist, claude levi-strauss, got to me. i have become a mere example of his core idea...the human need for structure in day-to-day life.
oh, but it hasn't been so bad. i go for long walks in prospect park. i write...mostly because i don't have an excuse not to at the moment. i have dinner and go to concerts with friends. i stare at my empty apartment and smile with the imagination of, slowly but surely, turning it into a home with equal parts funk and coziness.
all the new stuff going on here feels like a shell of a possible life. or maybe it's like getting a bare, white bone when what you are really in the mood for is juicy meat. it's such a tease. but it's almost like a promise, too. it is evidence that what you want actually does exist...because right there in front of you is the skeleton of it.
wishing you all a t-bone steak kind of day.