Friday, August 23
(this from an e-mail to rachel, before i got less high-falutin - maybe it captures something but a bit too strongly)
well the rain falls down without my help, i'm afraid
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Friday, August 23
there's something horrid about the ends of summers, don't you think? not just the imminence of fall activities (i, at least, am nothing but superexcited to be going back-to-school) or the nostalgia of regret and unfulfilled opportunity (that's always there, and not worth it). i think it has more to do with a contradictory activity/inactivity, this sort of inertia where there are many things to be accomplished before the next season, but none of them seem particularly pressing or appealing. so i just hang around the house doing little; summer acquaintanceships fizzle; books get finished and started; i call no more than one or two friends a day even if only to find out that they've already left for school. most likely this condition (malaise is too strong a word, as are langor and funk) is tied to the nasty things my house does to me physically (i'm always sick here - the cathair makes me course through kleenex, and i don't get enough sunlight. also, my muscles sometimes intermittently, mildy ache - my neck is stiff and sore, which i can only attribute to that banana-boating spill i took the other morning.)
(this from an e-mail to rachel, before i got less high-falutin - maybe it captures something but a bit too strongly) well the rain falls down without my help, i'm afraid |