knifeforkspoon

i am logan

<-- this is stuff i like

this is my internet home base

this is a compilation of people's embarrassing emails that i edit, sporadically

this is a blog i kept when i moved to los angeles just after university and was angsty and directionless, and this this is the blog i kept shortly after that when i was no longer in LA, but still angsty and without direction. i try not to be so blatantly emotional on the internet anymore, but it's out there, so it's right here

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Thu Mar 27

“ I start a book and I want to make it perfect, want it to turn every color, want it to be the world. Ten pages in, I’ve already blown it, limited it, made it less, marred it. That’s very discouraging. I hate the book at that point. After a while I arrive at an accommodation: Well, it’s not ideal, it’s not the perfect object I wanted to make, but maybe—if I go ahead and finish it anyway—I can get it right next time. Maybe I have another chance. Joan Didion, via mollycaitlin, via keepinganotebook, via peterwknox