Apollonia Saintclair 252 – 20121206 La présentation (The introduction)
I’m waiting for December to be over. Hunkered down inside like a scared kid. Figuratively, of course. I’m out among people, listening to funny stories. Laughing. I’ve become a depressive sort if you can believe it. But I’m also a very happy sort. I like to laugh. I wish I knew a girl who could make me laugh right now. I think I’m done with all that. The easy fucking around. I really do miss tenderness.
After spring I’ll have nothing left to write. Other things call my attention. When I was 13, I drew a sex comic book. It was a guide. The naked female protagonist showed you how to fuck. She was kind and caring about it. Afterward I didn’t know what do with it, so I threw it in the gutter on the way to school. I stopped drawing about that time. I’m going to pick it up again. Photography too, on account of my poor memory. I see things and wish I could take a photo. People talk about things from just a few years ago and I stare blankly. An emptying vessel. Programming is an abstract way to express things, but it’s important for me to know it. The career and all. There’s just a lot to do.
Almost through, in any case. We’ve come far. I’m going hiking this coming weekend to take some photos before the year is up. It’s a start.