12.X.2001 :::: 19.45

this fall what i am missing most is the fall of my last year at kenyon. how the light on top of the hill was always wet & green. or how the light that came into my room in the morning was bright & shocking. how well i slept. living smack in the middle of everything, so that people came to visit & stayed all night.

some of you are even in my same city now & it is not the same.