Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: May 2004

May 31, 2004: Table in a bay window.
May 30, 2004: They're attacking the port.
May 29, 2004: You're not making good use of this room.
May 28, 2004: A large house, an old house, a farm house.
May 27, 2004: I was overwhelmingly naive and wrong back then because I had the ridiculous belief that people grow up.
May 26, 2004: Two martyrs.
May 25, 2004: Your response is by now a well-worn path.
May 24, 2004: Two conceptions of relationship.
May 23, 2004: Walking out was a childish action which I'm ashamed of now.
May 22, 2004: We broke up on a night of fireworks.
May 21, 2004: Elation.
May 20, 2004: My loneliness...
May 19, 2004: Two nights, television on the couch.
May 18, 2004: It's... That '70s Show!
May 17, 2004: Kafka was an insurance lawyer for the Austrian state.
May 16, 2004: I don't want to be in love.
May 15, 2004: "I am so much..."
May 14, 2004: "I want things to be different than they were."
May 13, 2004: At the beginning of my breakdown I canceled a recording session with a friend.
May 12, 2004: Threatened by insecurity:
May 11, 2004: Brass guitar slide, heavy, unused, rusted.
May 10, 2004: Mythology.
May 9, 2004: Fever blisters.
May 8, 2004: She was never able to sleep there.
May 7, 2004: "It's really simple."
May 6, 2004: "Cute earring."
May 5, 2004: Nineteen, blonde, lovely.
May 4, 2004: Man at a party says he was once a campus political activist.
May 3, 2004: She said, alarmed, "If you don't clean your windshield..."
May 2, 2004: Evil world, evil people.
May 1, 2004: Hooded prisoners.