do you ever get the feeling that life is something that happened to you one time, and now you just hang out, remembering it?

I feel like that when I wake up and when I think about college campuses and flower gardens; like I was once in this place, and that was real, and none of this is.

there's a woman named heyoka who does alot of travel writing and such in her online journal, reckless sleeper. her latest entry, august 18, "yellow," has scans of flowers from her garden. they're very beautiful. the second in the set, the flower with white petals, that's my favorite.

--alestar