Trisha’s posterous

Those trapeze artists are still leaping, swinging, in my mind.  They are located in my mind, or maybe in my chest where the proverbial heart resides, but not in the heart itself.

Everything must necessarily be linked to a geography, however small that geography might be.  If it doesn't reside in a particular geography, however small, then that thing doesn't yet exist.  But there's nothing to say that one day it won't exist.  Everything eventually does.

I saw Dr. V today.  Felt invigorated right after the session, but plummeted so quickly afterward.

I'm hungry but feeling heavy these days.

My eyes are itchy from allergies, and I think I need glasses.

Must go to the dentist.

So, see eye doctor (paradox intended) and make that shameful dentist's appointment, shame for not having been in sooo long, and so prepare yourself for hygienist scrutiny and contempt of the plaque build-up on my teeth, and 'no, I do not floss regularly...'  I mean, I don't even cook, like, almost never.

Alison, do you really think I could publish these journals one day?  Thanks for saying that anyway...that was nice of you...I sort of have this dream of finishing my non-fiction collection (the subject matter of which is fully echoed in these blog entries, or maybe it's these journals that inspire sort of co-dependently the book).  And yeah, the dream is to then compile these journals together as a kind of appendix to the book.

Anyway...hope you are doing well...Really, seriously, I would love to see you sometime before a long time...