I think of the school as earth school.
The moving as wishing to go somewhere else to learn.
The moving back as accepting this school of learning (incarnations).
The football ?? The football was kicked by a young boy and went way above the trees. I think of the trees as life. I do not know what I could possibly think about the football.
The old lady?? Me??
The bedroom ??
The girl I share the room with: ego??
Painting: creativity. Crying for all my lives?? A sort of Madonna??
Fed Up!
June 11, 1999 (NSA journal entry after adjustment) Tell me what I need to know, soul. I am listening, finally. So much sadness.
June 14, 1999 (Computer Journal)