quite so

i finished my thesis. it's true. and in doing so i keep the barista only five minutes over--but really, there is always clean-up to be done, yes? and there was a gallery opening at the same time. i concluded without really concluding. that's alright, i think. as long as there is enough to be said.

someone has told me they think i should keep the things i write down here to my own private journal. i think you are right sometimes, but only sometimes. it's difficult, i think, to realize the amount it takes to get me to this point, where i get to share these things with you. definitely a difficult realization. not that it's better or worse than yours.

friend, should i say "friend," here?

did you know that enough is enough? the problem i think i keep having is that there is a lot of struggle that goes unrealized, or a lot of energy that seems wasted because there is derision (i know! made up, too!) from many places. these places, perhaps, are enough to be warranted. derision. that's even the phoenetic spelling, in my head. but, as i was so clumsily saying, these places are perhaps enough to be warranted. enough veiled and vague talk, enough cowardice, enough understandably real avoidance of confrontation that there can be nothing for me to do but agree. you know, i wonder: could you tell me that this time, this is the sign that there is more than enough consumed? or, maybe, this time, there is enough to be said? or is it much easier to discuss in discourse: "did you? oh yes, i did. yikes. enough is enough."

it's even worse when, if ever, you realize that i agree with you. enough is enough.