Diary 13
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Sept 30, 2005

Diary 13 / 24-years-old / Rome, Italy
On September 1, 2005 I was flown to Rome. On September 2, 2005 I met Giovanni; and some weeks later, we’re in an intense Starting a Something Special phase. I’m a bit Midwestern. He’s uber-Italian. It’s all high drama to me! Meanwhile, I’m shooting a movie with Vincent Gallo and Ernest Borgnine, and trying to keep some degree of cool. This is from the diary that I shared with a friend. I had it for my entire eight weeks in Rome, then mailed it off to him to read and write in.

Getting lost in time? Remember the timeline

our hands
Our hands: Giovanni was teaching me the words for fingers. I’m on the left; he’s on the right. Italian dates are written with the month second.
September 30, 2005
September 30, 2005, from the journal I shared.
me in costume
me in costume for “Oliviero Rising”
TBD Bonus

The Jump Little Children song

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Diary 19
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Sept 21, 2011

Diary 19 / 30-years-old / NYC
“Sleep democratizes fear.”
Giovanni and I are doing so poorly, that I’ve started writing him letters that I send to him in Budapest, rather than try to speak on the phone or visit him. That’s when I dream my meeting with Death, who selects me, and so I must die.
This entry begins with a passage from a favorite novel of mine, “The History of the World in 10.5 Chapters,” when Julian Barnes describes are different modes of sleeping and nightmare-ing.

September 21, 2011
September 21, 2011
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TBD Submissions: Libbet

Listen to Libbet read her account of being in New York on September 11, 2001. From exiting the subway, learning what had happened, not knowing where to turn, to finding a way back home and starting some attempt at processing the experience.

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From her journal, September 12, 2001.

~thank you, Libbet~

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Diary 8
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Sept 11, 2001

I have wondered since the start of this project if I would include September 11th. I could just as easily use early September of 2005, when I first flew to Rome and met Giovanni. Ultimately, I decided 9/11 is a substantial part of my story~

Diary 8 / 20-years-old / NYC
I spent the fall semester of my junior year in the Duke in New York Program. A group of us took classes and held internships in the city. Within the first few days of being in New York, my beloved childhood pet died. And some short days after that, the entire city changed.
What strikes me in rereading this entry is how quickly the political tone turned to revenge.
This entry includes a note I had written–and never sent–to my mother.

September 11, 2001 pg1
September 11, 2001 pg1
“The day the world fell.”

September 11, 2001 pg2
September 11, 2001 pg2

note to my mother
From between the pages: a note to my mother. The death of Elsa, and the World Trade Tower attack, certainly left me feeling vulnerable and lost. But it seems I was intent upon showing my mom how to carry oneself with strength.

A view of 2016
the new world trade tower
the new world trade tower, September 10, 2016
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Diary 18
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Sept 9, 2010

Psssst: there’s only 4 months of the project left! Have you submitted a story or reaction from your own life? Have you been thinking about it? Now’s the time… submissions@throwbackdiary.com. See what others have sent: Submissions

Diary 18 / 29-years-old / NYC
I’ve got that Almost-30 Feeling, and a fear I’ve lost too much of my 20s to depression.
Six years ago I was just starting to write non-fiction (outside of diary-keeping, of course.) A lot of the entries from this period take on a more essayistic tone. I was also reading a lot of “Calvin & Hobbes” [© Bill Watterson] and amuse myself with a metaphor about chasing tail.

Read the NYTimes article I reference: What Is It About 20-Somethings?

calvin and hobbes
Calvin and Hobbes ©Bill Watterson
“your tail still has a death-grip on your butt.”

September 9, 2010 pg1
September 9, 2010 pg1
September 9, 2010 pg2
September 9, 2010 pg2
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