A man said to the universe:
"Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."


A Man Said to the Universe by Stephen Crane

I keep stalling on posting stuff because I'm afraid it'll be weird or just bad. Then, of course, I realized that I am weird, and that sometimes that doesn't translate well. So, whatever.

Fuck the fear, dude. Fuck it.

It's here, if you wanna:
http://imperfectense.tumblr.com/

It won't have the same stuff as my flickr or anything I post on this journal.

I'm compartmentalizing. It's amazing.

31.

Nobody thought that what was wrong was the love.



--from Spaces by Arkaye Kierulf


Someone once said I was jarringly sexual.

All right, I guess.

Yes, I do things like watch people study. I'm a bit of a creeper that way.

This was the fourth of the first four shots I took my first day in Boston. (I mean in Boston. Not on the way or just a mile from it. There are thousands of those shots, too.) It's funny to me, because when I look at it, I remember everything that led up to it and that came after, and this moment isn't like any of those. This isn't me almost getting lost trying to find my way to Amanda. This isn't me riding the T and looking awkward with all of my bags. This isn't me drinking a vanilla latte or being amazed at the number of Dunkin Donuts stores or Chinese take-out places. You can't hear the way I stuttered when I spoke because I was excited (and frustrated and tired). You can't see how dark it is outside, and you can't tell that, maybe about a half our before this we were eating Chinese. And how, maybe twenty minutes after that, I was talking at Amanda, sitting on her bed and staring at the Fall Out Boy poster on the wall. (The one from Infinity on High where Pete Wentz has a book on his lap and your eyes are therefore drawn to his crotch, and he looks like he *knows* you can't help but look.)

There's also how I was so overtired that I was afraid to fall alseep, and how Amanda gave me a hug and promised me I wouldn't die in my sleep. And how, when I did drift off, it was to the sound of Dexter playing in the backgroud.