my dog is panting unhappily beside me. the sky looks ominously egg-shell white outside my window. the sweet hereafter depressed me without elevating me on the more significant spiritual plane the way Great Art should. i can't tell if this points to a flaw in my spiritual plane or the film. i'm switching from quick to either/or, which seems more suited to my mood. i've been reading commencement speeches. danny calls them complementary but i found them rather contradictory: doesn't power's stand in opposition to burke's? i found each of them terrific regardless; then again, i have no problem with contradiction.

i hate packing. it forces me to think ahead. forget ahead! think behind. where were you a year ago?