Dance in the Full Moon

Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

12.18

I'm in an airplane to meet Josue. There's a woman across the aisle from me who's poised and refined and attractive in her hoodie. It means nothing.

[From a journal I told myself was worse than it is]

7 comments:

  1. anelles47December 18, 2013 at 2:37 AM

    Do you ever fall in love with the sound of words and forget what they are for? I do.

    Especially here.

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  2. Robby Van ArsdaleDecember 18, 2013 at 11:00 PM

    I can't forget the meaning of these. I found them in a journal I swore to forget.

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  3. anelles47December 19, 2013 at 5:03 AM

    Not really what I meant, but I get your point. I think.

    Funny how people always remember best what they try hardest to forget. I would ask why, but that isn't my conversation, is it?

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  4. Robby Van ArsdaleDecember 20, 2013 at 3:04 PM

    I cleaned out my room and found it.

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  5. anelles47December 20, 2013 at 6:29 PM

    Okay, but my real question was, "Why did you swear to forget it?"

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  6. Robby Van ArsdaleDecember 23, 2013 at 8:58 PM

    It was filled with things I didn't like.

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  7. anelles47December 23, 2013 at 11:05 PM

    I think maybe most journals are.

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