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snow soaks into clothes but gets ignored by skin. tones of soft are absorbed with time; over a year into an album, i still have yet to catch some things. like head/heart/lips, and that's at the very beginning, and that is it, and that is all. i saw the woman who i connected eyes with again, now named 'jen', knowing her name because she approached me. she asked me if i used to have a beard, and that she didn't recognize me without one. she said i 'had' nice facial hair. she seemed very nice. but i probably won't see her again. we'll see.

the following is a copied email, not cut, and now paste. i like it only in reference to weblog'd diary, and how we can all look back later and say, "i think i remember that day". for, the only thing worse than bad memories is no memory at all. though i'm not sure if that's true, in any sense.

"i turned the heat down to 60. i fed the cats the rest of the tuna. i ate the leftovers. i took out the trash. i replaced the garbage bag. i forgot to brush my teeth. i clothed and walked home, stopping at milk/honey for a cup of coffee, kinda because i wanted to see if anyone was working who i could say 'hi' to, but mostly because you told me to be good to myself today. so i started by buying a cup of good coffee. but then i arrived home to some roasted beans in the mail from portland, which was very nice, from forest's g/f. but they're whole, so now i'm on a mission to find a grinder. i just crushed a bit for the french press using only a pan and a scotch glass. i hope you're doing well at work.

xo so xo,

matt"