Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 22:19:37 -0400 (EDT) To: Carolyn L Burke
From: firstname.lastname@example.org Louise Subject: call this one what you like
My life flashes before me on paper. where else can I go?
Hundreds of written-in books on the floor, I don't know where to start.
furiously copying anything and everything of interest - to whom?
nights of passion, mornings full of flowers,
moments of intense sadness...
I tthhink (?) I like being in your diary....
I wouldn't know what to compare it to.
This level of interaction is so completely bizarre and so compellingly intense at the same time-
I have spent many nights, standing in rooms of people, looking around,
listening to them live what they refer to as their lives...
and here am I, typing incessantly into a computer
watching them and thinking about them and their stories
wishing it were a bit more like me.
E was the first person to call me arrogant. I see it in myself now, but refuse to acknowledge it. How could I possibly be arrogant - I'm one of the nicest people I know ...