xtreme encounters with my own fragility lately. not just fallibility, which i've been slowly acclimating to less success in denial of. but feeling the real separation between the failing front and the self i'm trying to figure how to handle gingerly enough. I like the encounter, but it's strange. no doors
Friday, April 1, 2011
i might call, it is still before 8pm my time
but i was in meetings all day
then i drank wine
so i'm not lucid
i'm both exhausted from interlocution
and sort of drunk
surrounded always by the better-educated, i feel this XXXXX that i'm the XXXXX XXXXX in the middle. directing traffic, 'making things happen' but, uh, as the XXXXX (in all senses) XXXXX