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.
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.
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.
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.
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