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An old woman walks past while I am on the balcony of the hotel. It’s impossible to determine her age. I think of Crime and Punishment. The radio sings on about “fire from a hand” which really does very little to make me stop thinking about killing her. She moves very slowly. Each step is [...]

Posted 02 January 2009 † tripp § Uncategorized ‡ Comments (0) °

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What is my problem? It’s not that I want to be unhappy. I don’t try to make myself unhappy. You think I sit around and plan it? No. The answer, the correct answer, to that question would be no. Yet nothing seems to go right.

Posted 02 January 2009 † tripp § Uncategorized ‡ Comments (0) °