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2002-11-25 || 7:52 p.m. || with paper like whispers, like eyelash. || i would like to collect these things: * the paint that dries under his fingernails while helping me with the covers for my book (newspapers and paint spilled on carpet. bickering and ill-fitting shirts and matching pants, always.) * his small nervous cursive, all f scott fitzgerald and cheap whiskey and cigarette smoke worn like a carnation on the lapel of his wool coat * pencil shavings. cigarette ash. hair clippings. leaves that crackle when held. i would like to press these things on paper. i would like to construct a museum in which there is a room that is devoted to these things. glass cases and thoughtful lighting and the most modest of placards describing the media, the time, why they are so beautifully important. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |