It's like being with April; I'm conditioned to be more-or-less desireless, and yes I do mean sexually, which results in everything else ceasing to exist. Loneliness has never suited me well, and hopeless loneliness is downright dangerous, because the worse thing I could be is not thinking, which seems to currently be the case.
That's a lie; I am thinking, quite a lot, but nothing is resonating, nothing is coming to the forefront and saying "HERE I AM." The falling in love is there, but it's been boiling for some time now (as I now realize) and, thus, sits in the back burner. The politics are there, but are so much a part of me that they just sit there too.
I need to be engaged, I need to be interacted with. This sideline-observation of life needs to stop.
Goddammit, it WILL fucking stop.
25.09.2003-Epilogue.
30.08.2003-Exeunt, the Moor.
28.08.2003-why?
27.08.2003-Last night, and august in general.