this is a little cliche

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.


Anyway I've been checking the weather compulsively and my heart is swollen, or maybe it is collapsing on itself. I can't really tell because I have to spend all day (and night!) in the library.

woe!

paz, word on the street is that the only communication you've had with marieke was also about potatoes. what's the deal, man?
look! i finally have photos from this summer! in order that group shots are not all taken at arms length, autotime is the name of the game.