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an excerpt from my letter to kevin:
“…I’m finding it hard to stay focused, in the sense that there is so much in the world that begs my attention. Photography, poetry, my body, my friends, my desire for self-directed learning, the world—so overcome by so many obstacles and with so many “issues” which require thought and desire action. I’m really lucky in the sense that I see all of this as opportunity, as my own ability to really create whatever I want for myself in the world, to learn anything, to really do whatever I feel needs doing. I guess I’ve also always been haunted by the idea that if I do everything I will never do anything well. I don’t know. I feel really good right now, like I’m accomplishing a lot, and like I will never ever be bored as long as I live, but I also get scared sometimes that I should be focusing harder on ONE thing, on getting sick at photography, or becoming some amazing poet, or devoting my life to learning how to farm sustainably. I know this isn’t really reasonable…”
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i am egregiously, terribly, terribly, very much so offended. 7:13 on wednesday night. 8 days. that is far longer than ever before and without explanation. i won’t forgive you for a while, not even if you have the perfect reason. which, of course, you will. or maybe you won’t, maybe this is the reason. maybe this is just what it is now. that would be a strange relief. i know now, but i’ll know even more tomorrow.
fuck you.
