I am sad now because everyone misses everyone. the crazy thing about Hiram was its eternal quality. tell me you didn't secretly believe, while you were at Hiram, that you would be there forever, that life had been clearly demarcated into two segments--before-Hiram and Hiram. there was no after-Hiram. now here i am in Idaho bewildered about how i got here and where all of you went.
it's a gorgeous and warm Easter Sunday here. Possibly the first day that spring has felt unqualifiably like spring.
happy birthday to Marc. i'm going to drown my melancholy by frolicking through the long green grass.
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