"you're so vain
you probably think this song is about you"

now watching names fade to grey and thinking about the other shoe, not dropping. the nytimes headlines the day after an airplane crashes into suburban homes on a holiday monday. if we come to expect disaster...engendering vulnerability anyway...the correspondance of my obsession with intellectual communities with anand's IQ stipend, and how that wouldn't get either of us very far, probably :^P this cocoon feeling of 5:30 in the morning.