Tuesday, January 23, 2001
i've been unable to post as of late . i know not why . i sit down and focus , my fingers looming above the keyboard , but no words come to me . perhaps i have run out of things to say , having all been worked out in letters to sam and mr. g . or maybe i've just been lazy , which is more likely the culprit than anything else . updates that i begin shortly after returning from school sit unfinished and neglected , replaced by flashing im windows , screaming tea pots , singing stereos , inquisitive parents and other such nusances . but now the house is still , with nick drake rippling its unmoving existance , but causing no waves . my messenger is quiet , all emails written and sent . the tea has been made , and now steeps silently in my stomach . the stairs creek as they are used , as my mother descends them . the phone rings , a loud , harsh noise . it contrasts the musical silence . i cringe and answer it . it is for my mother . she speaks for a moment , hangs up the phone and returns it to me , filling the room with the scent of lilacs , or what is supposed to be lilac . i don't remember what they smell like , anymore . my father enters . he speaks to me . he turns down my music , i can scarcely hear it now . the silence has been snapped , shattered , lacerated , combusted . so much for my post . it wasn't much anyways .
posted by emily oi! at 5:47:00 PM
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i've been unable to post as of late . i know not why . i sit down and focus , my fingers looming above the keyboard , but no words come to me . perhaps i have run out of things to say , having all been worked out in letters to sam and mr. g . or maybe i've just been lazy , which is more likely the culprit than anything else . updates that i begin shortly after returning from school sit unfinished and neglected , replaced by flashing im windows , screaming tea pots , singing stereos , inquisitive parents and other such nusances . but now the house is still , with nick drake rippling its unmoving existance , but causing no waves . my messenger is quiet , all emails written and sent . the tea has been made , and now steeps silently in my stomach . the stairs creek as they are used , as my mother descends them . the phone rings , a loud , harsh noise . it contrasts the musical silence . i cringe and answer it . it is for my mother . she speaks for a moment , hangs up the phone and returns it to me , filling the room with the scent of lilacs , or what is supposed to be lilac . i don't remember what they smell like , anymore . my father enters . he speaks to me . he turns down my music , i can scarcely hear it now . the silence has been snapped , shattered , lacerated , combusted . so much for my post . it wasn't much anyways .
posted by emily oi! at 5:47:00 PM
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