October Diary Entries
October Diary Entries Entry 1: I am in a disheveled state these days. Books stacked and scattered on all surfaces of my room. Sticky notes that have lost their stick fall on my desk like autumn leaves. The flowers on my nightstand have wilted and are giving off a sour, perfumed odor. Pink petals faded to brown. The money tree is still alive and stretches its leaves toward the window, longing to be outside, but I have sentenced it to a life as a house plant––to stand its soil cell as decoration. Do you really work? Will you really bring me money? I am content here in my woman cave––my "Mojo Dojo Casa House" of books, blankets, and neglected water bottles. This is the place of fattened notebooks stained with the purpose to soothe and inspire me. They hold story ideas, secrets, forgotten phone numbers, and grocery lists. My mind is a disoriented mural of Mitski and existential dread, but the writing keeps me sane. Entry 2: I think my love language is bed. I can almost con...