it-is's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- may we always live in darkness and make our own light To the boy drunk on whiskey who picked up the phone from his hidden island cottage home and told me how I changed his life, how much he appreciates me... I want you to know that the same is true of you, that you inspire me every day to do all the things I want without giving a shit what anyone else thinks. Because that's how you live, off the grid, writing poetry on your typewriter and listening to records in the dark and appreciating the people who have shaped you. You work when you have to, do what you need to, and then go off and explore the world. The real world, not the shiny sterilized one that most of us think we need for comfort. You lean into the raw experiences of rooming houses in tiny towns in Mexico and isolated cabins up north and sleeping in barns and making wherever you are a home, making whatever you do an adventure. I admire your ability to live. You are unlike anyone I have ever met. Thank you for answering the phone tonight. You are my inspiration. 10:33 p.m. - 2022-06-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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