— The relationship between creativity and mental illness – a fascinating study based on writers from the prestigious Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Kurt Vonnegut was among the subjects. (via explore-blog)
I saw a poem on the subway. I can’t remember any of it except part of a phrase: “…like a mysterious lover who went out for milk and never came back.”
It occurred to me that I had one of those. Except he went out for his motorcycle and never came back. I guess that’s what I get for picking men who are anything me. Restless and inconsistent. Should you believe someone when they tell you they are inconsistent and then in the same breath express that they care about you? I’m learning that you probably shouldn’t.
My roommates say that it’s just New York. Kevin cares about me but he isn’t in the business of making me feel better. He wants to help me grow up. “It’s the city of anonymity.”
Worst case scenario is that he had an accident. Or is that the worst case?