All over, things are broken, or breaking. There are car accidents, and wars, and "action" movies. There are clouds -- big, nasty grey ones -- and cemetaries, and hunger, and broken hearts, and lonely, lonely Sunday afternoons when nothing happens except you sit at your window listening for traffic, and feeling sorry for yourself.
But I just wanted you to know that in a month, I'm going to be back in school, taking classes and reading all the time. I'm going to be tutoring in the campus writing center. And in my spare time, I'm going to be working on my book, and designing an independent contract on psycho-linguistics.
I don't give a shit about lonely Sundays or broken hearts or action movies. I don't give a shit about anything else at all. Words are my life. Ha.
~Helena*