Monday, March 31, 2008
rain and roses
I have spent the day reading Agamben. Not a huge fan. Would I be if the rain weren't tap tap crack cracking on the metal gutter pipe outside the window, if it weren't raining on my balcony and down my windows and in my head? There's a bunch of happy yellow roses on my coffee table. Eighteen yellow roses watching the rain tap tap crack cracking outside my window. I'm going to restart this thing again. Five months is enough; graduate school is not going to wrench the blog-writing out of me. Perhaps the trick is short posts. Stop.


 
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