postcards from van nuys
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Saturday, August 31, 2002
amici: remember how when you were a kid, and you (literally) looked up at all the adults. and they were so wise, and so cool, and so powerful? yeah, me too. and i want some of that kiddie crack now, because i don't feel so wise, cool, or powerful yet. you know, i really am not in van nuys. but somedays, it feels like it. cheers, matteo Tuesday, August 27, 2002
amici: hey all y'all. greatings from southern california, where the sun shines bright. really bright. so bright, that it wakes you up at an ungodly hour of the morning, even when your window faces west. which reminds me just how uncomfortable i feel with daytime. not very much, and not always, but it i have a weird relationship with it. i feel out of sync with the world, or at least with my culture--i live at night, and recuperate during the day. i think this causes me great anxiety at times. today, for instance. It seems I can't deny Some days just don't seem right I think I feel, I feel much better At night anyway, i gotta go move more crap. ciao babes! -matteo Monday, August 26, 2002
amici: just arrived. sorta. things are still in disarray. at least my environment is in sync with my life. will write more when i can find more stamps. love, matteo |