Sunday, January 30, 2011
your voice is lilted and metallic and even hearing it as an echo or through a bad connection makes me feel dazzled. all my nerve endings are exposed and it is engulfing. compared to you everyone else sounds hollow like tin and it's like they're stationary and you are hot bright kinetic energy.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
we made eye contact briefly as he stepped on the train, and i was imagining the perfect life i would have with him- a house in cape cod with a wrap-around front porch where we have late-morning tea, books stacked up to the ceiling, slanted sunlight falling on the wood floors and an old record player playing simon & garfunkel- and it's all in there; everything i could possibly want out of life compacted into a fleeting glance on a metro and then when i step out at l'enfante plaza it's over.
Monday, January 24, 2011
"your faith has got to be greater than your fear."
give me silence, water, hope
give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
those were photos from my new apartment, sunbathing and tea-drinking next to the window, the columbia heights adventure, and going out in maryland. work has been pretty cool: making talking points for our representative for the world economic forum in switzerland, getting photographed by the south korean press, going to a protest outside the indonesian embassy and getting to answer a call from a guy from sri lanka: "you have no idea how much that the work your organization is doing is helping my family. it has changed our lives."
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
You looked at me and I forgot everything I was ever going to say; if you didn't scatter my thoughts I wouldn't have to go looking for them down corridors. I can see my thoughts sometimes and when they are preoccupied with you they are gilded, with things as impossible to replicate as the intonations in your voice and the teapot you made in pottery class in high school. They're beautiful but it's also treacherous to go wandering down corridors looking for them and I don't want to keep feeling blurry without you like I've taken Vicodin.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
These are all pictures from my past week in DC. To say it has been crazy would be an understatement. Everything has been moving so fast it is hard to keep up. If I could use one word to describe it here it would be 'jittery.' I am so drained right now I won't bore you with details of my job or life currently but I probably will later. I am listening to 'Despicable Dogs' by Small Black and 'Sunday' by Bloc Party. Check them out and also come visit me please.
You invite things to happen. You open the door. You inhale. And if you inhale the chaos, you give the chaos, the chaos gives back. Dave Eggers