June 24, 2002
When I awoke this morning, their clothes were strewn about the living room. Like old times, only now it’s painfully clear that it’s wrong. I will not deny that the glass of water I drank made me want to vomit. Our worlds are tiny and inevitably circular. We seek explanations and closures instead of openings and acceptance. People will go on making their same mistakes. We will settle into our old ways and do what’s easy. What’s right is too hard for us to even see as possible most of the time. I know I feel that way right now.