It's been a while.
I'm in the back row of Intro to Philosophy.
Instead of listening to MacIntyre damning unintelligible acts... I'm reading blogs. And dreaming about committing unintelligible acts.
Most of my unintelligible acts have always remained unintelligible (laying down on dry asphalt and pleading with the sky to cover me like a blanket. clamping onto your hand and telling secrets to your eyelids, in silence. ripping up all the grass and driving too fast around the curves to your house, crying into the open windows and fastening my stark-open gaze onto the horizon, gloweringly pastoral, praying to Oregon, praying to you, praying to my body, praying to this passage.)
But this term. This term I met someone to whom I am legible.
He disarms me.
I have never been so well read. I have never read so well.
