Monday, January 23, 2012


All of my/our friends who can bring themselves to talk to me, either push a book into my hands ( some good ones, to be honest - Rob Sheffield's "Love is a Mix Tape", Patti Smith's "Just Friends" and everything ever written by Joan Didion) or urge me to travel. Travel? Where? Anywhere Summer & I went would prove too painful, I think. And anywhere I had never been would prove so horribly lonesome because I would only wish she were there. Still, somehow, I find myself going to Seattle for a workshop reading of a new play of mine at ACT in March. Summer & I had some unforgettable times together in Seattle but inexplicably I think it's going to be okay. Maybe because her parents are coming up for it, too. Still, always, of course, so hard finding my way...

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