(January 12, 2003)

the dull roar

I have observed that young women have a certain stamina for maintaining online journals. One that I kept up with for a time was updated an average of 1.25 times a day, usually with several paragraphs of content in each entry. This is much unlike my style. This page isn't exactly an online journal, more of a conglomerate of projects. But I work on a system much like 'found art.' I pick things up off the sidewalk and from the dusty corners of my everyday. When my pockets are full, I write. Occasionally I'll find a shiny nugget to pound into something presentable, but much of it either ends up lost in the laundry or glued shoddily together into an entry like this one.

My brother arrived safely in Zurich, Switzerland today. My sister is excursioning in Argentina, and it makes me think. Anxiety comes mainly from two places these days, exam preparation and reading the headlines when passing by newstands. The world is not such a stable place even here in the 'modern age.' My sister heads for the Southern Hemisphere, and my brother, the mountains of northern Europe--and in a neutral country no less. Do they know something I don't?