29.11.02 - 12:50 am

what a nice gratitude day. quiet tiptoes conversations sleeping late then waking up and making vegan pancakes butternbut squash soup. watching a weird documentary. listening to bjork alone in the living room while a pager goes off and is ignored in the bedroom. candles burning. sleepy silence all around, the intersection out the window is quiet.

the tribe went north to frogwood, where they weave gossamer webs of connection around us, meeting more clans like ours. they called on the phone to tell me they were like beached whales and that they loved me.

peter fell asleep completely curled up the chair.

there is no one who does anything remotely like what bjork does. it's amazing.