August 2011
July 2011
“Why does one feel so different at night? Why is it so exciting to be awake when everybody else is asleep? Late—it is very late! And yet every moment you feel more and more wakeful, as though you were slowly, almost with every breath, waking up into a new, wonderful, far more thrilling and exciting world than the daylight one. And what is this queer sensation that you’re a conspirator? Lightly, stealthily you move about your room. You take something off the dressing-table and put it down again without a sound. And everything, even the bed-post, knows you, responds, shares your secret…”
—Katherine Mansfield, “At the Bay,” in The Garden Party, 1922 (via proustitute)
Wait, what's that?
That’s the sound of another day beginning - no big deal.
Finally employed once again and right before my birthday. (28th)
No big deal. I’m excited; but no big deal.
