2011-06-11 - 11:44 p.m.

It's true that I need this mostly-anonymous text. It's true I've been conducting myself in a manner much too serious. what to do? Once something seems like work, it withers in importance. What I miss is Yohav and the chocolate chips, those trivial pieces and random bits. No, it was never serious. Nothing ever is. But I miss this. This vast black space, this timelessness. I never want to be caught under the sea, never want to forget poetry, want always to remember this.