From my analog journal.

“I smile when I think of the trouble we’ve been up to – feeling Vaneigem’s call to pleasure actuely in the loft above Chinatown. What is it to struggle if we do not know ecstasy at least once and awhile? Trace a lover’s silhouette on the blank pad that is my heart – and why not? For we are living at the end of all things as every generation has – and we need to seize our own energy while it exists to do so.”

{part of the March 16th entry}