Best Friends Day/Ice Cream Day/World Ocean Day
2006-06-08 @ 7:39 p.m.

Driving today was a mild disaster, although my instructor said not to worry too much about it. Increasingly, Rimbaud's "Je est un autre" resonates with me. Forget all the implications arising from considering his attendant theories; I speak literally. It's as if the elements of my self are failing to cohere, and I'm losing parts of who I am because they can't find expression in the life I lead now. I don't quite know how to explain it any better than that. Picture an apple being eaten by a worm from the inside out, which is suitable graphic, albeit rather negative in its connotations, but you get the point. Hopefully. Maybe it's more of a sense of unheimlich? I feel like instead of making me into a better person, NS has amputated who I intrinsically am, and I detest that feeling.