meh-il

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long weekend:

seclusion... i spent three days in the desert, lounging in natural, mineral springs at the sandpiper inn/spas.
it was hot and cold and refreshing all at once; spent over 72 hours in a bikini and allowed myself to consume far more than i should-- way too much ice cream and chocolate, not enough cigarettes because i was with family. the water worked its magic, gave me peace, continued to flow while classical music rang from the speakers outside.
it was funny, though, because although most of the other people were koreans, there was a large jewish party that consisted entirely of senior citizens. the grandpas gave leering stares and the grandmas would read in the sun and tell us to turn the bubbles on in the jacuzzi before retiring after dark to their little conference room for some jewish ritual...
there was fake grass and little kids and a decent looking, lean korean boy, no internet access and a lot of coffee with my art history textbook and my journal.
showered with my swimming suit on in the little facility next to the steam sauna, enjoyed myself and the fact that the sounds of the freeway weren't drifting in through the window when i went to sleep.

then i came home, unpacked, watched in between days, which i recommend for everyone-- another great piece of cinematography, on ifc.

and now i am writing more of my short story and talking henry.
although, with henry it's never really just talking. not in the plain, bare sense of the word, anyway.

















the front where two worlds meet, thin glass that cracks with the sound of a vengeful violin.









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