January 28, 2004 10:34 PM

I took a walk. Something they fail to mention when you sign on to the dorms (and you fail to think of in your consideration of it) is that itís binding, twiceover. Of course you have to pay for it, that being the first. The second is that a dorm isnít a house, not in size or comfort. With that loss of space and ease goes your potency in all motions. It clips your movement; it clips your imagination. Itís too easy to suffocate in the congestion of your rebounding thoughts, in those short and thin dimensions. So I took a walk.

Unfortunately, walks and feet donít write papers.

I just realized; a diary is something of dialogue with an imaginary lover. How desirous...

And I just realized; I don't know the difference between a friendship and love...