should go to gym, but am sucked into reading old journals. i have been writing down my thoughts since i was 13. at 13, i was far from brilliant. except for those rare moments when my internal censor and adolescence stepped aside and i said what i really felt. brilliant. am reading an old book journal, and discovered i was reading rilke back in november 2002. long before i learned that jessica stein read his quote in a personal ad. too bad i can’t read his stuff in his native german. it’s brilliant.

update: i rented kjs from netflix in september 2002 so my theory is wrong. kjs is indeed my catalyst for diving into rilke. (too bad. that makes the story less interesting.)