"You cannot be a happy go lucky stoner and be a resident at the same time," a beloved friend chides. He is still himself but there is the intern's fatigue about him.
I am looking at this website: http://bohememusings.blogspot.com/
Although the young woman is much more stylish than i ever had much inclination to, her prattlings about cake and prettiness are eerily similar the sort of thing that filled my journals at 22, with the additional insouciant reference to Heidegger or LSD or some other nonsense. I read it now with marvel and a feeling of...coldness, such creatures exist? such beauty, such frivolity, imperviousness to the misery and blood and shit of this world? I suppose they are called young women.
So is it really med school that has numbed it all up, or is the inevitable revelation of decay?
The only constancy appears to be cake. I suppose the beauty persists, pervades, moves and seeps from lace and plastic bangles, to the detritus of daily life.
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