i need blood in my life: Jan. 05, 2005 (9:29 pm)

in the library tonight, i was reading about tim o'brien's unadult love and missing going to bed early in foreign beds and not minding being joined and woken up at three am and waking up first always and in the light of morning silently together finally feeling love which up to that point had merely been performed. lost in my made up memories, i left the library and presented my book to the guard at the door who said in a untired vaguely laughing french african accent "same book." some things are lovely, even here.

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