Saturday, June 30, 2007

I went to K-mart, which I should have known would break my heart.
I walked by a man at the edge of the shoe section, who was sitting and looking down at his feet. One was in a blue shoe, and the other foot was next to a black shoe. Canvas slip-ons. He was wearing glasses. What does it mean that I had to fight back tears as I walked towards the home storage aisles?
Maybe he reminded me of my dad. Glasses and sandy hair.
I passed him again and told myself not to look, but there he was, wearing both black shoes and standing up to look at them oh god
Some days I'm just ripped to pieces by the fragility of humanity and I love everyone and I try not to cry on the subway and I come home and listen to Glen Campbell.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

i want TEN but they are endangered.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

"No one at Disneyland should ever have to cry."

g-d it, bun, i miss you
and i miss the haunted mansion too.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Monday, June 11, 2007

now my hands smell of tomato plant!

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Sunday, June 3, 2007

oh lord there are OTHERS
by way of bioephemera

saviour of mothers

Addendum to Ghoul's Educational World Tour as proposed here:

14. Semmelweis Museum of Medical History, Budapest, Hungary.

And glory be, my love and I went to #1, the Mütter in Philadelphia. It was a dream come true. Look at the the beautiful wallpaper in the ladies'!