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I'm up in the woods

I went cabin camping last weekend.

Little things (kill)

K. reminded me of this quote from Before Sunset:

I always feel like a freak because I’m never able to move on like… this, you know? People just have an affair, or even entire relationships. They break up and they forget. They move on like they would have changed brand of cereals. I feel I was never able to forget anyone I’ve been with. Because each person had their own … specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me. I never fully recover. That’s why I’m very careful with getting involved, because it hurts too much. Even getting laid… I actually don’t do that… I will miss of the person the most mundane things. Like I’m obsessed with little things. Maybe I’m crazy but when I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late for school. One day she followed me to see why. I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees rolling on the sidewalk, or ants crossing the road, the way a leaf cast a shadow on a tree trunk… little things. I think it’s the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to each of them, that move me, and that I miss, and… will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. Like I remember the way… your beard has a bit of red in it. And how the sun was making it glow… that morning, right before you left. I remember that, and I missed it. I’m really crazy, right?

Spring eating

Asparagus is the first vegetable to come back into season during the Oregon spring. I love asparagus, but I also love what it represents (namely, that the sun is coming soon, that the peaches/strawberries/melons/etc are coming soon). A few friends and I rented a cabin for the weekend, and we grilled asparagus twice in one day.

The bandwagon

Ryan and I made a Tumblr together. We will be aggregating all the things we like/want.

I really don't know clouds at all

Future says run (but you can't even walk)

We agreed to meet at 8 a.m., but when I showed up 15 minutes early, you were already sitting at a bench, wearing shorts in October and working on a crossword puzzle. Your hair was still wet, and we spent the next few years arguing over who moved first.

Neither of us had slept. I ate only three bites of my breakfast but drank all of my coffee. We didn't know each other then -- not like we know each other now -- but we held hands and kissed down the length of avenues. I can still smell your wet hair. I smell it every morning because I use the same shampoo now.

Later that night, I fell asleep at a birthday party but managed to drag myself to your doorstep. I was too young, but I am older now. I wake up early. I eat my whole breakfast. I walk down streets by myself.