i think that silent inexplicable conversations are sometimes the most clarifying.

whenever i catch the bus at the common, the herd of people who get on in harvard station look at me curiously as though they are wondering if i am a crazy person who just rides the bus all the livelong day. well maybe someday, folks, but not yet.

cathy mcmurray

guess i'm a sucker for that moon-mountain-lake combo. (especially into the one on the left.)

her blog is here.

still in my head. it's been more than two full days now, which is excessive and alarming.

sort of like kc's cocaine stare.