it's time for G to go home, they have block test next week. so she grabs the pink waterbottle with the stick figure smiling and riding a bike and has grooves as if for the blind from the middle of the bench (not grab, i don't think she grabs things.) turns, gets her bag which has a G on it. walks past. turns halfway to acknowledge you're there, at least make eye contact, cast eyes back down, raises right hand in a futile effort to make a wave, but her fingers curl before her arm is fully extended. she seems to be saying bye although the words don't seem to leave her mouth, though her lips appear to be forming a shape. there a highlight of the day. maybe i'm hallucinating.
12 april 2002

A little writing exercise I did some time ago. How foolish crushes can be. No of course, I'm too strong to have crushes. Roar. She was cute, that's all. Erotic lust. But what is all love but lust. Nah wordplay. The love of a child, the lust for youth and immortality, the love of women, the lust for erotic fulfillment, the love of your neighbour, the lust of self satisfaction. Nothing wrong. No, the description breaks down somewhere, bad. Michelle was very honest about this anyway, I mean the writing exercise. Good on her.