Chaplin pt.1

Something about silent cinema, particularly Chaplin's pathos, makes my knees wobble. There is something about that smile before the fade out and the swell of the music. I don't think I've ever seen anyone smile like Chaplin does at the very end of City Lights, but I hope one day I do.

Puppy, this too shall pass!

Maine

Mother and Father ask why and I say, "I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."

Thank you Henry David.

sometimes or all the time

1. Modern art seems bland, but when I look at you, I see myself.

1. I made a paper replica of your skin and spread it over my face.

1. I feel like a broken toy.
2. June 1, 2008, a day of mistakes.
3. Querido amigo, te quiero hacer un cielo bello y profundo, donde puedas volar con alas coloridas, suaves

1. You and your friends have a - sense of humor.
2. Um, okay.

1. I have these dreams now. Very post-apocalyptic. I held his hand, the one whose i think i should and felt okay. I think it took place after the rapture. Dans mes reves, je pense que tu m'as pris dans tes bras and you asked me to pardon you. Me recuerdo que baile contigo una canción dulce, pero muy corta.
2. Anhedonia.

1. Windchime.
2. The sea.

1. I'm not sure it will make it better, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

1. I get the feeling that you are angry.
2. I don't agree with you.

1. ...because you see, I do not fear death.
2. Now there's some good sailing.
3. Rosebud.

1. Cerebral.
2. HEART.

1. Last night, my mother gave me a hug before I went to sleep. And as I lay there, I thought, she is hugging a cadaver. She is hugging the empty vessel of what used to be her daughter.

1. That is not a good book for you to read right now.
2. What are you afraid of, mother?

1.“Dejad a los niños venir a mí y no se lo impidáis; por que de los tales es el reino de Dios.” Marcos 10:14

this weekend was

kind of like this

biography

Yisa is a simple, shy girl, but if you wave to her, she'll smile or say hi. Yisa dreams of living in a house by the sea and smoking a pipe in a warm, wood-panelled library where she can read or write letters all day long. She loves the sea, Lewis Carroll, and a nice cup of tea with friends and loved ones. Yisa is known for having one foot out the door and the other on a tree somewhere. Her voice sounds like the noise in a dark, old house that you know you heard even though everyone else didn't hear a thing. She is small and looks funny.

morning birds are a-chirpin'

Who Knew?

I miss this room.

Close

After four years in Massachusetts, I've come home to New York City. Although I do have the option of being a commuter for college, I much prefer living on campus. But, it is nice to know that home is now only 15 minutes away, rather than 4 hours away, and that I can easily hail a cab or take the train to enjoy the warmth of home.

Phantasm

The library on campus is delicate today. I have stolen away to the Garver room in hopes of wireless internet access and a break from my peers. The room's wood paneling is tall and lovely and there's just enough sunlight filtering in through the windows. Everything is quiet with exception of sporadic chair squeaks, clumsy page turns, and the occasional tic-tac of my keyboard. It's nice, but every now and again I feel a warm breeze, like someone's breath, blow past my neck and glide over my typing hands. Anyone there?