called "disillusionment"

bad omens all this morning. work will probably not be good tonight. illlck.
it's snowing; according to jon i came inside and it looked like there were giant sparkles in my hair.

i feel like i'm the middle of something. fallen of the edge of old ground, which would've crumbled underneath my steps at any moment. falling towards new ground--it'll definitely wake me up when i come tumbling down to taste the earth. but for now, i feel like i'm floating in empty space, neither here nor there. indifference is the theme for the week, either that or blind confusion.

empty space. but i don't feel like getting up from my seat just yet.






i'm on a National kick.

-d