March 29, 2013
I feel so delighted with the world I'm living in today. The sun has returned to Brooklyn, and I've spent the past few days rambling by warfs, waters, and carousels. I laughed out loud walking home this afternoon at an Orthodox Jewish man dribbling a basketball between his legs on Pineapple Street. What magic!
March 27, 2013
If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.