...to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;" -T.S. Eliot
I love this poem (The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock) and I particularly love this part. It feels like a little reassurance in my sometimes-tumultuous life. Getting used to living without the structure of classes, figuring out how to learn without instruction and create without deadlines.
"Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is stretched out against the sky..."
Thursday, January 6, 2011
death
i remember now
in my dream a good friend died.
maybe it was my past beliefs dying since she and i no longer talk? maybe it was my childish ways dying?
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