they say resistance fails

still at the lab. the paper is coming along now. it feels good.

chris' recent entries/comments left me warm and unsure, un-ravel-y, so i have been reading older entries once again. i wish these were real notebooks sometimes, with wire and a green cover that's about to disintegrate its way off the spine. with--red string looped through the three ring holes, and small water stains.

and now i want to cry a bit. more internal. gauze and seeping.

here, please.

(nod)

/

and i envy 15 minute naps.