cmliu

>late signs pink a bike.

>i’m still trying to decide… is my blog just a written version of me, my essence pared down to mere meanderings and poetic utterances, an elegant purification of the senses, a visual medium to process my intangibility into an entity of substance? or, perhaps, it’s a intricate project constructed (strategically, selfishly, surreptitiously) as a cmliu.v.2.0 … Continue reading →

>Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices? I’ve heard them calling my name. (me too, kermit.)

>i’m feeling jittery, alive, wired. an altered state perhaps, or maybe just experiencing some arterial wonder from this evening’s indulgences. i should confess that we went to burdick’s tonight (after seeing an intimate performance of ‘the blue room’ at the loeb ex). greg (who amazingly agreed to come with me to the play about a … Continue reading →

>my last night in boston! well, for a little bit. here we come, china… :) quelle excitation, n’est-ce pas? tonight, after calling up virtually everybody i knew for a dinner companion, i found myself faced with endless voice mails, beeps, rings, messages, apologies, absences, and emptiness. i ended up going all the way to coolidge … Continue reading →