A New Journal (The Japanese Sea)

It's kind of strange to be starting a brand new journal (if this page will even stay straight!) but this is the perfect day to do it. It's chilly and crisp today-- in the 40's somewhere and I'm sitting on the cold marble steps of the NYPL. It's 10:40 and it's not open yet.

A lot of people are here, standing apart (like in "City of Angels" or that Prilosec commercial) and one guy keeps looking at me.

I feel the coffee and cigarettes on my breath and feel content in these, my favorite jeans, my Columbia sweatshirt and gray wool coat.

And it is good and right that I don't have to go back to K-house.

But now that I've christened this journal, I should probably try to get some reading done... Here in the morning air (perfect).

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Ok... An hour and five minutes later and my eyes are already tired of reading... Or maybe it's my head. David Bell's The Cult of the Nation in France. And I should (would) like it because it's about "identity"... I don't know why I'm so tired now that I've been sleeping in a bit. Maybe that's why. Maybe it's all come crashing down around me.

It's strange to write on a page without margins... I feel like I could go on writing clear across the binding. But somehow I stop myself. Is that education?

Anyway, I want to rest my eyes for a bit before I keep reading.