2008-07-16 - 8:58 p.m.

gardening

nothing lasts - neither winter, nor spring, nor any other season. but there's red clay deep under my fingernails.

it's funny. i don't want to talk, and i don't want to write. i don't want to cook. i don't want to read, and i don't want to go out or have any friends over.

all i want to do is work in my garden.