October 5, 2006
Had not felt this lonely in such a long time. Went for a walk and had a cigarette. Not only it didn't help but the dance of smoke in the air brought me more sadness. I'm sure if I was sixteen I would have written a poem. What has happened to me? I used to be in love with poetry. But now even the deepest sorrows do not bring me to that emotional state. Good poetry, and art in general, comes from a mysterious sense of sadness.
Going to Boston tomorrow. I'm thinking of visiting Davoud either on Saturday or Sunday. Also wanna see Ben. Haven't seen him for over three months.
Posted by amin at October 5, 2006 8:50 PM