Summer, 2001

Found these jottings in an old notebook. I think I wrote these in Cape May.

"What if a deathwatch ended with something like a morning alarm [clock]? At the sound of that sour beeping, would we start and then laugh--the burst of ache and relief? Or would we all start bawling, the tragedy finally come?"

"We pretend to admire each other's situations, but, in reality, I pity her and she pities me."

"We always develop crushes on those who have what our loves seem to lack."

"I climbed in bed with my cello..."

"Insight: I fear less the ways that new relationships will hurt me than the ways that they will hurt the other person."

"This is not a house that's cursed. It is a house of clarity."