December 31, 2002
This was a year of regrets and I’m not sorry it’s over. Oh, there were highpoints; enough time passes and there’s some goodness in spite of the general malaise. A fresh start would be welcome. I’m going to open all the blinds and let the sunlight pour into this gloomy abode. I’m going to burn incense and practice magic. I’ll make a spiral out of fossils I’ve found, with a long tail that trails up the stairs to my bedroom. I’ll paint abstractions and keep a journal of prose. I’ll paste symbols on postcards and mail them to exotic places.