No Quarter
<< 8:20 p.m. - Sunday, Jan. 25, 2004 >>
Through all this forced change in my appearance, have I really succeeded to change that which is, inexorably and inherently me? We are masters of ourselves, you say. I am a master at nothing. Oh, am I coming to a plateau? I can feel it. There is less rush, this plank � I don�t have to go diving off at any spare breeze. Keep my eyes closed and my heart open and just let it come. Just let it flow. How can I think this and not say it enough? How much I love you all is an innumerable sum.

I need some batteries.