it's 10:56 pm, on June 13, 2004 - two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl.

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Question: what am I doing, metaphorically swimming around in this fish bowl for?

But, other than that, I finally managed to find a figurine of the witch-king of Agmar, the head honcho nazgul, so I'm happy as a clam. really. Witch-king from Lord of the Rings! Nasgul!!

Sit and swim. Sit and swim. Going no where?

I don't know why I started this entry, even. I've been feeling off, lately, for a while actually. Kyle is, busy. Things, there is no substance to things. It's like, once upon a time things used to have substance, the experience of a *thing* had substance, and now it doesn't. Like the commentary from Objects in Space. the experience of a wall, of walking through a doorway - and now I don't experience it.

I forgot to tell you - I dreamed a few days ago that Al and I finally got together, urgently, desperately. the dream was so vivid that when I woke up I was confused to be alone, the world didn't make sense for several seconds. I don't know what I feel about that - not crushing disappointment, that would be a simple emotion for all of its pain. Something far less definable than that. I don't know.

Carolina is back in town for a week. I saw her for four hours, and that was enough. I don't even miss her anymore. I always forget that I don't miss her, until she comes back. Maybe there is nothing.

Maybe it's just tonight. I hope so. I don't want to be a lost soul again; can't take it.

Whatever, trauma-cakes, as Kelly would say. I have a figurine of the head nazgul. wraiths! wraiths on wings!!

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