i took a long train ride home this evening, feeling very solemn, with the front of my nose black with permanent marker. feeling very silly. it's a neat metaphor, seeing all these faces and not understanding them, and that its all really about me and the face through with i see them.

was a terrific teacher at the pre school. one little girl was kind of dim and constantly distracted by the glue on her hands. i can sympathize with that though; peeling glue off my palms is one of the happiest memories of my childhood.