7.28.2006

"It is difficult to explain the limitations I impose on myself, and it's only later that I will find a way to describe how the possibility of infinite possibility frightens the daylights out of me. I picture myself in a hot air balloon just floating off somewhere, higher and higher into the cold, dark air. Eventually that balloon is going to pop. My family, and this place--Minnesota, this silly place with its terribly cold winters and emotionally repressed Scandinavians--are like the sandbags that weigh the balloon down, the stakes and the ropes that tether it to the ground. Without them I'd be frightened to death of where I might wind up."
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