Status Updates From Slouching Towards Bethlehem...

…"where is the schoolgirl who used to be me," & if it was late enough at night I used to wonder that. I know now almost everyone wonders something like that, sooner or later & no matter what he or she is doing, but one of the mixed blessings of being twenty & twenty-one & even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, has ever happened to anyone before.

“ praying as if the rain that it would happen: ’ let it come, clear the rot and the stench and the stink, let it come for all of everywhere, just so it comes and the world stands clear in the white dead dawn.”

“ demand to know who deserted them who betrayed them who’s going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike forget what we whispered and what we screamed forget who we were.”

“and maybe no one else felt the ground hardening and summer already dead as we pretended to bask in it”

“keepers of private notebooks are different breeds altogether, lonely and resistant rearranges of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss”