2002-07-09 || 8:08 a.m.

|| a table of contents, a chair of contention ||

i have been feeling like i am neatly seatbelted into the shotgun seat of a magic carpet. and it is flying and flying and whisking its tasseled corners over rooftops and friends' heads and plans written on calendars in large print. and there's not much i can do to stop it.

and i have been feeling ilke i cannot possibly stop for long enough to explain everything. to write everything down and respond to email and read my new comic books and unpack the last few boxes.

there is a lot to go over: last saturday and sunday, very big days indeed. all the people tethered to those days. the cakes and water guns and bath tub photo shoots and lengthy discussions on the grass of washington square park. airports and pillows and music and lined paper, folded.

i hope to get to it once i slow down a wee bit.

i'll give you the signal.

love, jenny

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