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. . . . . entries for 6.8.09 . . . . . Seen today: -A man with blue hair - not BLUE, but blue like blue bucks were blue, uneven silvers and grays turning blue - sitting in front of me on the metro. His shirt was sort of the color of cooked salmon - Alaskan, wild-caught, properly pink but a bit washed out with the heat - which was a bit pinker and paler than his skin. He had creases on the back of his neck in the shape of an X, and very beautiful, young-looking hands for a man his age. He held the Washington Post delicately, as though afraid of getting ink on those hands. -A boy sitting next to the blue-haired, pink-shirted man, perhaps 8 or 10 years old, I think traveling with his family, sitting across the aisle. He had a sort-of mohawk - his other hair, formerly buzzed, was growing back in, and the mohawk ended at the back of the crown of his head. It was sort of like a little kid's drawing of a mohawk, incomplete, missing dimensions. I felt observant for observing those people. Now, though, I feel melancholy. It has been that kind of day, in trickles. Do you know the feeling you get when you have forgotten a thought? Just a moment ago you were thinking it, and now it is utterly gone - you felt it leave you and you know you will not get it back. Of course, at any given moment, the thing you forgot was the most important thing you could have thought, even if it actually wasn't. I have felt that quite a lot, and unusually acutely, lately. I should look into some sort of herby thing for memory loss. I'm too young for this balderdash. What I meant to say was, I meant to write something else, too. I meant to write it so I wouldn't forget.
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I have felt all of these-- the observations, the forgetting. /sigh/ I feel and I sympathize.
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