Louise

Date: Tue, 25 Jun 1996 22:19:37 -0400 (EDT)
To: Carolyn L Burke 
From: louern@accent.net Louise
Subject: call this one what you like

My life flashes before me on paper. where else can I go?

Hundreds of written-in books on the floor, I don't know where to start. furiously copying anything and everything of interest - to whom? nights of passion, mornings full of flowers,
moments of intense sadness...

Dear Carolyn

I tthhink (?) I like being in your diary....
I wouldn't know what to compare it to.
This level of interaction is so completely bizarre and so compellingly intense at the same time-

I have spent many nights, standing in rooms of people, looking around, watching them, listening to them live what they refer to as their lives... and here am I, typing incessantly into a computer watching them and thinking about them and their stories wishing...
wishing it were a bit more like me.

E was the first person to call me arrogant. I see it in myself now, but refuse to acknowledge it. How could I possibly be arrogant - I'm one of the nicest people I know ...

louise