well, now i have to write a new number at the end of the date. a new year poses all sorts of aesthetic dilemmas to me. i haven't yet written 2o11, but it changes the face of my journal and receipts and memos....anything i scrawl the date on. today is gray and rainy and dull, a perfect day to get used to a new year. we had a neighbor extravaganza across the street last night. and now i'm spending the day getting used to this new year. absorbing the feel of a new expanse of time. is it so different from yesterday? i'm told it is. but i just see the numbers changing.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
well, now i have to write a new number at the end of the date. a new year poses all sorts of aesthetic dilemmas to me. i haven't yet written 2o11, but it changes the face of my journal and receipts and memos....anything i scrawl the date on. today is gray and rainy and dull, a perfect day to get used to a new year. we had a neighbor extravaganza across the street last night. and now i'm spending the day getting used to this new year. absorbing the feel of a new expanse of time. is it so different from yesterday? i'm told it is. but i just see the numbers changing.
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