Hitting on the bartender at the french restaurant. She’s rereading paulo Coelho’s alchemist because ‘it’s her favorite book’. I think we’re meant to be…
Tonight has been so beautiful, so original & so insanely delightful, that I don’t think I will share it with anyone. Except my penpal, who I’ve been dying to get back to, & knows how to keep a secret
My life gets good & suddenly everything is in doubt. But doubt, like Kierkegaard said, is genius. A position, an idea, a tendency wouldn’t reveal itself to be mutable if the perspective didn’t offer us the chance to raise it to a higher plane, find new combinations & distinctions
We’ll get married. I’ll stage a crashout, a big crack-up: rumor will have it that I’ve gone down to Barbados to drink myself to death, leaving you penniless. Everyone will believe it. All you have to do is start a gofundme, raise 50k, & disappear along with me. They won’t find us
I’m completely unrecognizable from who I was a year ago. My life was an impossible question mark— I proved it can be solved. Now all that’s left is to show my work, ‘descending the mountain’ as daumal has it, which he also says is the most difficult part of all