rereading anais nin
rereading anais nin. realising how much i am like her. i used to say i was
like henry. no more. silk is more henry. going out getting drunk every night.
having sex with people just for sex. the drugs. the wild lifestyle. i still
need some refinements in life. i can live on the streets sometimes. but i
still like money. for food. for concerts. i am not good at being a bum. i
cannot spare change so easily. shoplift. whatever. even my style of writing.
it is like anais. i am her antecessor. silk is henrys. as lawrence. and
proust. came before them.
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