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12 August 2005; 04:15 PM

i can never think of titles anymore

looking up someone's chart. i don't know her well but there is a huge psychic rush about the name of her birth town. i know the area - i feel a strange kinship. i imagine the landscape. it seems beautiful.

listening to sufjan stevens, because of oof. some kind of sudden realization about beauty and poetry came to me as the strings started into their crescendo.

there's been a slowly unraveling realization about using my mind more, about how it's time to get back to idealism, religion, culture, and studyin these things. after this summer off where i've been focusing on work and generally have a break from mental gymnastics. i thought, hey, maybe i'm just not interested in those things anymore. maybe that was it. but i've been slowly realizing i must return.

ok, i will.