you are here

so here i am. i sort of like it, being in this eye of the storm even though i know danger abounds. my self-concept is going to supervene on what happens in the next year or two. will i remain a poet? will i emerge a new, career poet? will i want to stay in florida, move to nyc, or pine for toronto? will arman and i continue this trend we've recently begun, of meeting people here and making friends? will they hold us here? i want them to. but i also think about that chocolate commune with elliot and company.

things are far from perfect, but this is what i wanted: to be always at the beginning of an adventure worth beginning. to savor the potential of things, with bursts of actuality (you know, to keep it real).