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22 September 1998
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so the weekend is getting further away and fading into the realm of my questionable memory, but there are a few things that i want to mention. saturday night er!n's friends ian and beth offered to let me sleep on their couch, which was cool 'cause i hadn't gotten ahold of bret (i was yet to find out that he was no longer living in amherst) and the family that er!n is living with is uncomfortable with letting guys spend the night.
sunday, er!n and beth went out to take some pictures for school and i tagged along. we ended up on a hilly back road with corn fields and cows and they stopped to photograph this white birch tree. i wandered up to the top of of a pasture hill and sat on a rock and looked down at the two of them and this little kid who lived on the farm and had befriended er!n.
i was perfectly happy sitting on top of this hill with the wind and the trees and er!n down below taking pictures. and i was thinking that even though she was fuzzy 'cause my eyesight's lousy, she was there, and when i'm in texas she won't be. but i tried not to get too hung up on that thought.
and then when i started walking down from the top of the hill, and at the bottom er!n picked up her tripod and began walking towards the road, i had one of my more overwhelming senses of deja vu. i stopped and thought and could see that moment playing itself out before me, but in a variety of different ways, and i knew that i had lived or dreamt each of those possible outcomes. i continued down the hill and was quiet for a while.
i think that moment was some sort of marker. a beginning or end or some sort of overlapping spiral in the flow of time.
sunday, er!n and beth went out to take some pictures for school and i tagged along. we ended up on a hilly back road with corn fields and cows and they stopped to photograph this white birch tree. i wandered up to the top of of a pasture hill and sat on a rock and looked down at the two of them and this little kid who lived on the farm and had befriended er!n.
i was perfectly happy sitting on top of this hill with the wind and the trees and er!n down below taking pictures. and i was thinking that even though she was fuzzy 'cause my eyesight's lousy, she was there, and when i'm in texas she won't be. but i tried not to get too hung up on that thought.
and then when i started walking down from the top of the hill, and at the bottom er!n picked up her tripod and began walking towards the road, i had one of my more overwhelming senses of deja vu. i stopped and thought and could see that moment playing itself out before me, but in a variety of different ways, and i knew that i had lived or dreamt each of those possible outcomes. i continued down the hill and was quiet for a while.
i think that moment was some sort of marker. a beginning or end or some sort of overlapping spiral in the flow of time.