gave me a cup of coffee just now because I hadn't bought one.
It tastes horrible, but I am drinking it anyway.
And now I am writing and telling you all about it.
Yesterday I wrote a couple letters, one of which I have yet to send. This is why I know I'll be home before 3.
I wrote in my Istanbul journal a few times. It's mostly crap.
I don't think I'll be able to pull off the creative thing this summer. Any kind of creation I see, writing, movies, photography, paintings... it all just looks like predigested cud. Perhaps this is because of my own constant rumination, but I can't see worth in it. Oops!
Okay, bye.
2 comments:
this trip is with the Libby, right? when do you leave? you sound like you need some rust. at least rust generally tends to be somehow original. happy you. be. (or sometimes planting upside-down treens in your neighbors' yard can alleviate the Cudness That Is)
david I miss your face.
and you should always drink free coffee. I love the thought that you are in Turkey right now! if you ever get to Ardenie you should go see the Baha'i Holy places there. Best of luck my friend.
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