I doubt that I’ll have much of any real significance to say between now and 9—not that I really had much significant to say before that, of course—but right now it is enough to know that I can get there. It’s light out now; the sky is cloudy but not particularly threatening, and I can hear planes flying overhead, approaching LaGuardia. I’m not entirely sure why, but for some reason the sound of a plane flying overhead makes me think of “This is the Day” by the The, a song that sounds optimistic when you hear certain lines, but in the context of the whole song, they’re actually a bit sad. Nevertheless, it fills me with hope, and with a sense of forward motion. It may not be entirely justified hope, but I think I’ll keep it anyway.
July 30, 2006
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