Monday, October 13, 2003
Howls
This weekend opened with a full moon and a dog that’s been howling outside for 2 and a half days. Sounds which perfectly accented the tone of unrelated events. Yelping and crying and howling in the near distance.
At first I pitied the inconsolable dog, thinking he/she was left alone. I laughed at it too, because it kept interjecting its voice between all the normal sounds of my apartment. Then I hated it: waking up to it, falling asleep to it. Strangest of all, last night as I lay in bed processing things, I felt jealous of that hound. If only I could let go and howl sometimes, even if it took days to get it all out.
I’m fine, but don’t feel much like talking. I have a lot to do. so here.... i understand. i know. i’m sorry. i can’t.
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