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�� like angry nine-year-olds ��

13.II.2001 :::: 19:16:53 four years four years four years

today, for the first time, i had a patient i knew. she had been a student at kenyon, she had been in some of my classes, & for most of the morning she seemed bent on pretending i was a stranger. ::::i pulled her aside after group & said, I'm sorry if this has been really awkward for you. �& she smiled huge & said No no it hasn't been �& we sat down in an empty room & caught up on What Has Happened Since Graduating. & since i like her i am glad she doesn't want to pretend i don't exist.

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there is a man who rides the #10 in the afternoon into downtown. he wears a red hat & a red jacket & today he carried a scarlet+gray umbrella too. he will just say things, turning to people as if he knows them & is merely continuing a conversation. today he said��

  • they're having the ah motorcyles this weekend at ah whaddaya callit, the Veterans Memorial.
  • i see BJ every night, you know. over there.
  • i put the carpets in that building. yep. that's one of our buildings.

    he would say these things & look at his fellow passengers & no one would look back at him. everyone pretended he wasn't there. like angry nine-year-olds (�i didn't hear anything. did you hear something, jill?�). it made me mad but he never addressed any random comments to me & i wasn't sitting close enough to him to initiate a conversation with him. i'm just waiting for him to sit next to me someday. i will ask him about all the red he wears.

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    four years ago today i walked into the greyhound station here & she was shaking with nervousness, her legs & arms wrapped about her person in strange comfortable angles. stop shaking, i said to her, & she stopped, & stood up, & oh.

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    unrelated signage of the day. [outside a Bob Evans on olentangy river road]
    WOW SMELL THAT
    FRESH BAKED BISCUITS

    unrelated gorgeous image of the day. bj�rk in a green shiny dress & blue jeans, singing. bestill.





    postscript. 22:46:26 look at this. & then the rest of it.
    (i got it from mischka who got it from david who got it from becky thank you all.)

    also you may now call him fabulous genie.
    [yeh. i made that one up.]

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