No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction at anytime.
There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction,
a blessed unrest keeps us marching and makes us more alive than others.
-- Martha Graham to Agnes De Mille
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2001-09-12 - 2:18 p.m.

nothing i can say

there really is nothing to say.

there's a great, gaping hole in the east coast now, and it hemorrhages pain and tragedy and horrific news.

and here in the west, we feel this pain, and know that it is only an echo of the agony in ny. we walk around, trying to pretend that everything is normal, trying to ignore the blood we're wading through.

and i'm slightly numb, and very bewildered, and wishing there were something, anything i could do (besides giving blood).


there really is.


nothing i can say.

that will help at all.

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