is very late and thoughts at this time have a density of ice berry that does not help ... but I wanted to share with myself that I re-read in a while 'those moments.
there, oh, there is hope?
tonight I read a post from almost a year ago in which I described exactly irene now, but happier: damnation. here something is turning the wrong way and frankly I'm not sure you want to know what that something. certain: this year I saw a lot of film. I learned to be on set more than twenty hours on end and still be able to articulate the word 'thank you'. I discovered new forms of emotional suffering that I did not think you could then pass in less than a month to the sound of daimoku (see: religion for those who have sense of humor). I have a scooter. and a lot of good intentions. within a month I promise myself to realize a great personal victory. I promise to pull the strings of this ball of flights of fancy and a funnel in one direction bloody clear. you up to date. well ... I upgrade. we see that damn monkey wrench I need to get out of the cocoon and become a goddamn butterfly.
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