Pretty. I smile.

_{5:32 pm - Thursday,January 3, 2002}

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_{4:16 pm - Monday,December 31, 2001}

i like your depression for it's production. but i don't like you exclusively for your creations. even if you'd never written anything. not that you'd mind much, that i like you- i never understood how you could overlook a person's fascination/ wide-eyes like that...

_{1:40 am - Sunday,December 30, 2001}

love the picture with the road and all.......

_{3:27 pm - Thursday,December 27, 2001}

thank you. so much. i can't even begin to tell you how much what you said touched me. so just ... thank you.

_{11:57 pm - Wednesday,December 19, 2001}

You caught me reading. (Imagine that.)

_{2:41 am - Tuesday,December 18, 2001}

hello chris, i love your writing, it always makes me think, and it makes me feel whatever you're trying to make me feel, you force me to quote fowles in a total cop out... i feel my words won't do.. keep writing chris, keep writing. "And i became lost in the book. In the outer seat oppostie, diagonally from me. So quitely, so simply. she was looking down at the table, not at me. i jerked round, searching for Kemp. But I knew Kemp was walking home. She said nothing. Waited. All the time i had expected some spectacular re-entry, some mysterious call, a metaphorical, perhaps even literal, descent into a modern Tartarus. And yet, as I stared at her, unable to speak, at her refusal to return my look, I understood that this was the only possible way of return; her rising into this most banal of scenes, this most banal of London, this reality as plain and dull as wheat. Since she was cast as Reality, she had come in her own, yet in some way heightened, stranger, still with aura of another world; from, but not of, the crowd behind her." - the magus, chapter 78. thank you for writing chris, really, you truely touch me with your words.

_{7:01 pm - Monday,December 17, 2001}

You didn't need to ask me to sign your guestbook. I would have done it anyhow. Your writing is fascinating. You seem to be fascinating. Your thoughts are abstract. You are blessed with a special gift for words.

_{4:24 pm - Monday,December 17, 2001}

Your diary has been reviewed. Check out the URL.

_{4:01 pm - Monday,December 17, 2001}

I'm famous, for now. I have been temporarily immortalized in the writing of a genius. And for some strange reason, I feel as though that is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. Maybe it is. Keep writing, and I will keep reading. Some sort of strange symbiotic relationship from B.C. to Maine. An incredible thing this Internet is. Continents spanned by simple text on a black background like sailors reading the same stars from many miles away. A magnificent thing indeed.

_{11:34 pm - Monday,December 10, 2001}