anne as nemo

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Tues 30 June 2009, Greenfield

Myself as nemo, as no one. No meaning and purpose to my days, since that all came, always, from animals. No one, with no home. No one, with life as I knew it for 55 years laid waste. No one for this no one to take care of, to nurture. There is so very much nihil, nothing. And I feel completely a nemo, a no one.

The human world has made me hollow, with its meanness and indifference.


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long absence

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Mon 15 June 2009 Greenfield

It's been a very long time since I've written here. I'm going back over my writing from 2008 and updating each post, adding things that I didn't, for a number of reasons, include the first time around.

I am still homeless, after 15 months, and am living back in the rented bedroom that I had for a while last year. Matthew is still here in Greenfield -- hasn't gone back to his real home in Deerfield, but he will not tell me why I was never located anywhere by himself and his colleagues. I'm looking on my own again now. There are many things he won't tell me, and then there are the things he did tell me last year: that people wanted to harm me, that I was being "protected" by people from the fbi branch office in Burlington, Vermont; that my grandfather had been an organized crime figure. Is he really one of these protectors, or did he just hoax me? You'll decide that for yourselves, I assume, and most of you will no doubt decide he's a liar. People don't want to believe that what Matthew told me had happened to me can happen to anyone, ever.

And why haven't I written here since January? Just another one of the ugly mysteries that have been going on for a long time, and one I can't bring myself to address right now because of the mental stress involved in talking about it.

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