don't tell my heart, my achey cakey heart

and so summer continues to wash downstream and i have come to that wall with the writing that says: what am i doing? i expected the wall, but i didn't expect to encounter it so soon. perhaps i have unreasonable expectations for my satisfaction.

the only possible thing to do was to buy a ticket to delhi. it was all that i knew that i wanted. so i leave in january. my guts are all aquiver.

om namah shivaya