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03 January 2008; 01:34 AM

it's all the same thing, we're all the same

today, after a great afternoon of running around the east village cursing the cold, and an hour sitting on the floor of grand central feeling connected to it all, i took the subway to the lower east side. as i sat on the 6 contemplating my ice cube thighs and feeling a conflicted affection for the huge black dude in a faux fur coat who was sitting too close and warming me, i saw that the girl next to me was writing in her journal. i didn't mean to look at what she was writing, but i did, and because i'm partially terrible, i will now report to you what the two sentences i saw were:

is it that my goals conflict with other peoples?

and

why do i have fear of success?