06-20-2014, 08:06 PM
June 10, 2014
I wanted to show you what my apartment looked like from the other side. When I looked at it, it really hit me how amazing it is. I told you about my view, but it sometimes hits me that there are so many things stacked on top of each other, like a parallel world that plays with ours. If you give something enough power and if you invest enough thought into something, it becomes more real in some of the parallel places. I wish I understood more, but sometime I'lldraw a map. describe it to Jenn so she can draw a map. She's MUCH better at this than I am.
June 13, 2014
The following page is written entirely in French, but it's also sloppily written and scrawled and almost painful to read. It's more art than writing, but the doodles and scribbles of someone who happens to be excited and entirely too high.
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Have you ever had a dream so intense that you couldn't be sure it had ever stopped?
I had a day like that when I met Eleanor. I work at a university and I was supposed to be delivering a bunch of papers to one of the professors who had some kind of meeting for research. This lady is freaking crazy about her stupid staples (the professor, not Eleanor, but Eleanor is a professor too) and I had toomany much stuff to carry up the stairs normally so I thought "Oh, hey, elevator is a good idea." So, I'm there and she's there and the elevator stalls.
I fucking HATE elevators.
I didn't realize I hate elevators, but I hate elevators.
I'm in this elevator and the walls seemed small and the I felt like the world was filling up with water. I felt the world grow cold and dark and the air froze in my lungs and I was drowning. There wasn't a drop of water anywhere, but I was drowning. I knew it wasn't real, but that feeling was so blistering cold. It felt like I was sixteen & dying. It was terrifying. Eleanor's pretty cool, though. I was so scared and it was amazing. I didn't know a person could feel like that, and for that little bit when I felt like the world was going to leave me I was hit with how badass it is that something can make you remember that intensely. Eleanor and I talked for a bit, and she said we could talk in her office if I was game.
I came by and talked to some guy named Richard. He's super tall and really nice. He was reading a book on quantum physics, and it made me think of you. I should have asked him who wrote it & seen if it was something you've read. Probably is. I keep finding books that make me think of you; we should camp in a library and see if we can keep from getting thrown out. Impromptu lock in=fucking awesome.
btw: Euthanatoi, pl. Euthanatos, sing.
I wanted to show you what my apartment looked like from the other side. When I looked at it, it really hit me how amazing it is. I told you about my view, but it sometimes hits me that there are so many things stacked on top of each other, like a parallel world that plays with ours. If you give something enough power and if you invest enough thought into something, it becomes more real in some of the parallel places. I wish I understood more, but sometime I'll
June 13, 2014
The following page is written entirely in French, but it's also sloppily written and scrawled and almost painful to read. It's more art than writing, but the doodles and scribbles of someone who happens to be excited and entirely too high.
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the next entry does not have a date
Have you ever had a dream so intense that you couldn't be sure it had ever stopped?
I had a day like that when I met Eleanor. I work at a university and I was supposed to be delivering a bunch of papers to one of the professors who had some kind of meeting for research. This lady is freaking crazy about her stupid staples (the professor, not Eleanor, but Eleanor is a professor too) and I had too
I fucking HATE elevators.
I didn't realize I hate elevators, but I hate elevators.
I'm in this elevator and the walls seemed small and the I felt like the world was filling up with water. I felt the world grow cold and dark and the air froze in my lungs and I was drowning. There wasn't a drop of water anywhere, but I was drowning. I knew it wasn't real, but that feeling was so blistering cold. It felt like I was sixteen & dying. It was terrifying. Eleanor's pretty cool, though. I was so scared and it was amazing. I didn't know a person could feel like that, and for that little bit when I felt like the world was going to leave me I was hit with how badass it is that something can make you remember that intensely. Eleanor and I talked for a bit, and she said we could talk in her office if I was game.
I came by and talked to some guy named Richard. He's super tall and really nice. He was reading a book on quantum physics, and it made me think of you. I should have asked him who wrote it & seen if it was something you've read. Probably is. I keep finding books that make me think of you; we should camp in a library and see if we can keep from getting thrown out. Impromptu lock in=fucking awesome.
btw: Euthanatoi, pl. Euthanatos, sing.