study break

the homework is done, the writing has barely begun, and there is a woman chanting Sanskrit on my computer. i have been reading about U.S. Left film criticism for better than an hour, and now that it's time for a break but i'm not sure what i want to do. my body is still shaky from an impromptu vinyasa class this morning, and i would be well-served by sitting except that the eggplant is still holding court in my tummy. but all this is beside the point.

the point is that i have no point (again) and i woke this morning from a long unpleasant dream of Saylor and Tarah's departure. in the Dreaming reality was inverted, and she was the first to go. by the time Saylor left it was Halloween and i was left all alone, living in Raleigh, wanting to return to Chapel Hill but knowing Franklin Street was closed.

[return]

last night, in the maya, i sat next to a glass full of cherries and ate farewell mango gazpacho with Tarah, discussing Shane MacGowan's teeth and Black Mountain College. Saylor has been gone only three days, and Halloween is far, far away.