luxe

i spun spun gespungen for so long today that my legs are so sore. i am taking a break. i went out in the wet backyard barefoot (oh summer, i love you so) to eat the newly ripe black raspberries off of the bush, like i do everyday. jake thinks it doesn’t produce any because i eat them as they come in. good stuff. i risk a face-ful of thorns standing on tip toes on bricks to reach the high up far back ones.

so, i saw a little show about old men that make miniature street cars, the same as people that do trains with the diarama, etc, and i thought about how long will it take until the people who know what they are-are all gone and no one knows what a streetcar ever was.

so then, i caught a few minutes of a 1980’s version of diary of anne frank and then a minute of seventh heaven after gilmore girls and a lady on there had the numbers tattooed on her arm from the holocaust, and the little kid didn’t know what it was, and that made me wonder how long it will be until all the survivors are dead and that is something that no one really remembers. some people already don’t believe it. it is such a strange thing, as i get older i think about things that just disappear. gorgeous things as well as horrible things…mundane things, even.

i have always loved art history and that was the way that i could remember history, or even place when an event must have happened, according to art and design and literature. so it as a strange realization that so many things have slipped through the cracks of time and are gone. if no one documents it, it is like it never happened.

so nothing else to report, nothing but spinning going on here. no leaving the house. i know it is bad that i have become a shut in. soon the cats will multiply into 25 cats, and i will start wearing mumus.

oh also, i saw a lady’s sex shop on tv called “the grand opening”. ew. ew. ew.

xo,
n.