June 11, 2010
Can it be possible that we unconscuously strive for those things that we can't have later on? I don't know how to pose the question more eloquently. By looking through my journals and camera photos, its clear that I've always preferred night to day. I discovered myself at night when I moved to Florida. I learned how to dance at night. I became addicted, literally, to Richard Marx's song, "Hold onto the Night." The day was full of noise and boring obligations that always interferred with who I was later. Why would I have ever wanted to go to bed?