16 June 2001 ~ The world was on fire...

A hot, slow Saturday, midafternoon, Binghamton, NY. Sipping water out of a plastic bottle, trying to keep from marinating in my own sweat, listening to Suzanne Vega because it's too hot for anything else, occasionally stealing a glance over at my friend Brian sitting on the futon reading, sipping water and probably trying not to marinate in his own sweat.....

I am very, very alive. Maybe too much so. But how refreshing. It's been too long.

~Helena*

PS -- Chris... We ought to talk soon......