Mysterious Stranger

Today, gray outside, waiting for the bus in Harvard Square. Dim sky. Slight sprinkle.

I heard an annoying tapping sound emanating from a very nearby building. I finally looked up, and through heavy tinting I could see a human form waving at me, but I could not distinguish any familiar features or a face.

I think it was a male.

It was a Harvard library, and I doubted I knew anyone who went there.

Anyway, it was strange. The person kept tapping, but I just put in my earbuds and tuned into Blur instead. I didn't think I knew the person. I almost thought it might have been a child.

I was tired, New Englande seeping into my bloodstream like weak Earl Grey.

Thoughts on Love:
There are 2 stages in a romantic relationship, within which I waffle back and forth - formulative experience and personality erosion. I suppose they are concurrent, actually.

Had fun traveling around New England this weekend. Even sat in on vocals last night, with Garvy J. Possibly at their show on Thursday also. Making new friends within my tribe.

Influences of late: Anais Nin ~ glancing through her diary from 1934-1937 found much cool imagery and language
Rome and Italy ~ reading about the Renaissance of Italian Gardens
Trasteverine ~ new clothing line out of LA inspired by dressing miniature deities and the Trastevere quarter of Rome, nice gauzy look

The nightmare of my mother's illness is one from which I cannot wake. Things will never be the same. It haunts and vexes me.

Currently reading : The Renaissance of Italian Gardens By Lorenza De'Medici Release date: By 07 October, 1990