Monday, July 30, 2007
saw a kid this morning, he was bashing his head against his hands, hard. and he was wearing a helmet. i think it's a disorder of some sort. and it made me stop short. he was with his mom, and my heart went out to them. to the little boy who is ill, to the mother who didnt expect this.
out of the window was a little baby, perfectly sweet, perfectly formed, perfectly divine. and i wondered what went on inside the mom's head as she saw that sweet little child. did she feel resentment? injustice? wistfulness? envy? i wondered.
finally watched harry potter. i want to fly on broomsticks.
--Merci tout le monde--
8:30:00 PM