October 18, 2002
three days three carloads
And I’m feeling distant / detached / disjoined / dispirited. Almost as if everything in my life is a dream and I’m walking through the mist not feeling the soft clouds and/or hot coals beneath my feet. Passing the time before I wake silently watching a play being acted out before me without fully realizing that I’m the main character.
Addition 10:02 a.m.
Mahira and her friend Tahir took me to fire practice last night. It’s amazing how different their lives are from my own. Politically, aesthetically, emotionally.. yet on some level it connects.. because we’re all trying to carve out our own path in a world filled with mindless drones obsessed with normalcy and quotas.
Mahira found Bellydancing and Poi as her place to expresses her individuality and sentience I wonder where I’ll eventually find mine?
9:40 a.m.