I'm back on my East Rock watching another sunset at Grumpaw. Being back here feels like sitting amongst a multitude of spirits, least of whom are all the Open Sky kids who have came before. This is one of my favorite spots for views, down into Squaw, the Ute, Shiprock, the Chuzco's, and the very tips of the Abajos just from this vantage.
I am wanting to have a hard time engaging this week, but so far not finding that to be the case. I thought it would be difficult, this being my last shift for a month, and with the amount of anxiety I had about again a whole new crew of students and my first suicide watch.
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz..."
About Me
- Me, I'm holding out hope for a zombie attack
- “What are you, life? A silent theater of Chinese shadows, a chain of dreams, a charlatan’s store? Or a gift of unrequited love---that’s all that is intended for me? What about happiness? Ingrate, you’re alive, you weep love strive fall and that’s not enough? What?...Not enough? Oh, is that so? There isn’t anything else.”--Tatyana Tolstaya
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