TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 04.04.04, sunday night Tonight I sat, an embarrassment of riches in my nose and throat, in a car with a lovely person I am getting to know. Of course, I had forgotten social skills outside work, so I was awkward. But it was grrrrrreat to listen to her voice while flying on a dark freeway, red and white lights fast-moving stars as a lit carnival wheel spun round and round beyond. |