The End Of The Year

Collected Agenda #25

WHAT I DID

Tuesday, December 30

I struggle with specificities of Resolution - there are things I care about in the new year, but these feel more like seasonal ideals, wrought in the empty clarity of colder months and then you hope, adapting gently and seamlessly as time passes. Health, reverence, the discipline to resist the slop of it all until you cease to desire things of excess and rot in the first place. 

I return to New York today. I start my New Year today, too. I feel too bogged down by too much to wait. I am trying to feel pure again. I write big letters in my planner - First Week Of The Year. I write in little letters below - I am trying to feel pure again. 

Back in the city means there's a party and I'm feeling really sick of talking about these things. I'm feeling like a scene as defined as "social circle" is a wonderful thing to have, but a scene as in "microcosm of politics and culture and the malaise and dreams of our times" is something that I shouldn't touch with a ten fo…