Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: October 2002

Workbook: October, 2002

October 31, 2002: Little neighbor girl, three or four, Hispanic, utterly joyful in all things...
October 30, 2002: She wears an American flag lapel pin.
October 29, 2002: The dynamic plays like this.
October 28, 2002: I had the "female" role in that relationship.
October 27, 2002: 11:30am, Saturday, October 26, 2002. BART train, Fremont Line, beneath Market Street.
October 26, 2002: It's like a scene from Kafka:
October 25, 2002: Market Street sidewalk, late afternoon. Angry light, angry shadows.
October 24, 2002: Paralysis.
October 23, 2002: Black curtains, black towels, black sheets...
October 22, 2002: Sketch: Judge David, Jr.
October 21, 2002: The importance of a man in my life.
October 20, 2002: Sketch: Mr. B.
October 19, 2002: High school graduation.
October 18, 2002: She took it upon herself to caution me...
October 17, 2002: Always love the first two days: the vibrance, the energy.
October 16, 2002: So strange that such an intense little friendship could come and go so fast.
October 15, 2002: There's a time in her car, as her resignation is becoming more unmistakable.
October 14, 2002: Let's play a game.
October 13, 2002: The feeling that I have no home.
October 12, 2002: Her life is like a rejection of life.
October 11, 2002: I lost my father that year, too.
October 10, 2002: We were driving west on I-10, from Austin back to California.
October 9, 2002: The manipulative nonsense nursery-rhyme, "I'd do anything for you..."
October 8, 2002: The food court at San Francisco State.
October 7, 2002: Suzanne Valadon's struggle to define her identity.
October 6, 2002: Doesn't realize how deaf she is.
October 5, 2002: Partial catalog of her fears:
October 4, 2002: She said, "Don't trust me Mark."
October 3, 2002: Afterwards her sister called.
October 2, 2002: I'm standing at the stove, stirring pasta sauce.
October 1, 2002: Was she right to leave your life like that?