the universe (which others call the library).

everything was grey this morning. i like worlds that blur around the edges.

i am now on spring break. (life! a lover!)

alas, i shall not be attending the east coast socialist conference tomorrow. matt fails at life. i told him this, but he didn't believe me. it's true, though.

the title of this article makes me happier than you can possibly imagine.

i called kaitlin from the library today. while there, i found a section full of nothing but empty bookshelves. it was frightening, in a way. i do not fear skeletons; i rather like them, in fact. i like them in ways that are primitive, and jacobean, and terribly modern. i like them in much the same way that i like all dusty things, only perhaps more. however, things that are skeleton-like, i do not enjoy at all. the death of the inorganic is worse than the death of the organic, because it can rarely perpetuate anything. ahem. it has come to my attention that i am lying. i think there might be many skeleton-like things with which i am in love. perhaps i am merely upset at being placed in a space that fails to contain text. also, it saddens me that i have never, as far as i can remember, dreamed of a library. i feel that i should dream of them, possibly one in particular, all the time.

i walked around campus with a mountain dew and a large book, the collected fictions of borges, and i felt so wonderfully geeky.

the baby is terribly sad today. i mocked her for being goth until she stopped crying. woe is baby.