mais naturellement-- le grand retour!

Currently listening to: my breath


Being back at Reed has this feel to it, not every time.

This time right here, it has this feeling of total pregrancy-- so much to be rendered back to everyone, and to the everything that we exist upon.

I am mildly losing my head-- I am linguistically confused in about every sense you can yank out of it: a Russian class and my first time with another alphabet, a third-year-French class, a German song, a frightful linguistics course (and major?), and, certainly importantly, c'est l'autre chose, that language of love?

It's a whole long story how God and I hit the love thing last year, but this year there's organizational stuff that promises to eat up my time to infinity and beyond but guarantees to make everything all right. It forces Love to be in my life, so I exist.

And then we question-- what is Language? Is Love a Language?

And! there's the difference between Lan-guage and aaaaaaaaaa language.




I think I can't think but I think I will be able to think about thinking soon, as long as I keep thinking what I think I think, which is that thinking will be natural and flowing as it was when I was two, as soon as things think they're settled. Only for some time, of course, since time evanesces.