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So it’s 3:30 in the morning but I’m still up wondering why I can never sleep like a normal functioning human being in this city where everyone has 8 am wake up calls including myself. Why I feel lonely and isolated today, the way Narcisa must feel sometimes when she’s all alone up there in the favela. I worked all day at the coffee shop on Cahuenga and Franklin writing and emailing and sitting with Amy, Jonathan’s ex who is adorably pregnant and married to Noah Levine. Then I sent some more emails trying to set up a meeting in Berlin for a European book tour, went to see a guy about a thing, ate a hamburger really quickly and ran off into the night to seek some validation. Went to 86, the best decorated new bar in Hollywood, then stood outside of Vine Bar for a minute and felt empty so I wound (as usual) with Nicky at the Cafe 101 and drank some tea. When I got home I emailed Jonathan and told him to call me, but he didn’t.

I’m assuming right now he has a pillow over his face and is sleeping away under Brazilian summer sun. I missed him tonight. Tonight was painstakingly lonely. And then I realized, we’re all battling the same loneliness. It’s not about validation from other people. It’s about validation from yourself. Someone asked me what I wanted today and my answer was “oblivion”. And as true as it rang in that particular moment standing in front of the bar, it’s not true. Feelings are important. They are the only real thing in life. Everything else is an illusion- matter, time, space… it all comes from a feeling. Why would I not want that? I wish someone would explain that to Narcisa.

NOTIFIÇAO: Os eventos neste site são contos de ficção - registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor, Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são interamente ficticios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa vivo ou morta se trata de pura coincidência.
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