Things that have happened recently:
I met Thom Yorke on Monday. I went to Brick Lane to get a copy of The Universal Sigh, and who was handing them out but one of my heroes? I didn't have my camera, but a guy took a photo for me and said he'd email it. No sign of it yet, but, fingers crossed. Apparently Phil was also there, but I didn't see him.
G and I finally went to Abbey Road on Tuesday, as you can see above. We went to the pub afterwards.
I still haven't found a job.
I cut my hair, died a piece of it purple, and bought a tube of bright coral lipstick. I am starting to make an effort again. I am purposely bringing colour into my life, and going out and doing things other than looking for work, even when all I feel like is curling up on my bed in my pjs and writing now that the words are starting to come back again. I am scared, so scared, but I am ready to try hard, and to work my butt off. At this trip, as well as at writing.
I am reading lots of memoirs and diaries and poetry lately, thinking lots about words and writing and self-definition. Rilke and Nin and Plath. Letters to a sad & panicked young girlthing who bleeds ink.
(Relatedly, Catherynne Valente and SJ Tucker interviewed each other for the Interstitial Arts Foundation, and it nearly made me cry. "Dream big. Make friends.")
The cherry blossoms are blooming; spring is a season of rebirth.
I leave for Paris on Sunday.
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