11/21/2000

god, this day is like a gory chess fight. pieces are flying about in haphazardly calculated moves, smacking into each other with sharp clacks in the process. it’s every man for himself on the blood-soaked board, and there aren’t going to be any winners. i know very little about the game of chess, so i’m standing in the middle of everything trying to deflect molded plastic blows. some days i feel like the queen, but today in particular is not one of those.

i wish there could be a whole fucking lot of snow, so that i could climb out my second-floor window and walk around alone at eye-level with rooftops.
and not talk to anybody.

it will never snow.