hello moon.
six parts: 11 April 2002, 11:25 am.
one: i ran into joe walts. i don't even know if that's how to spell his name. he was riding his bike and he stopped to talk to me, in the mein of pleasant surprise. like someone you haven't seen in a long time, except the kind of long time where you used to see that person daily and then haven't seen them all summer. an old 'friend' kind of longtime. except that i hardly hardly know joe walts at all. i talked to him on the bus once. i've heard lots of stories about him. he lived with ryan for a year. he asked me if i was graduating. told me he's working for the summer and then moving to boston or seattle with his girlfriend. said he'd wasted four years of his life getting an engineering degree. i told him to make sure he does something fun from now on. i think this must be joe walts, not me. because i don't generate this sort of conversation.

two: there is a girl in my film class who is from a different country. since i am so uncultured and untravelled i cannot tell you which one. she has a beautiful soft lyric accent. and she always looks sad. i saw her today, walking out of a bookstore, and she smiled at me. a genuine smile. she looked happy. i smiled back. i was happy. i don't know if it was me, or the bookstore, or the weather. or whoknows?

three: last night on my way home from class i walked past a man in a funny orange jumpsuit sort of thing, except i think the jacket and pants were actually separate. and he was standing next to his motorcycle waiting for someone or something. you could see the waiting in his body. i asked him to give me a ride home on his motorcycle, because i've never ridden on one. it was me.

four: i want to join some religious order in a very rural and beautiful part of the world. i want to maintain the monastery garden and hike miles to a well to get water and all these things. i want cleansing ritual fasting. i want to take a vow of silence and not speak for ten years. i want a life of utter simplicity and contemplation. i want my world to be encompassed in that world of feet in the earth and ritual. and then wake up one day, ten years after i arrived and say good morning and walk down the mountainside, and back out into the world.

five: if i had no family this is what i would do.

six: to have no family, no one. this is cannot begin to imagine. this is something to fear. this Is fear.

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