May 15th, 2007



I think maybe it's time for me to come clean.

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I wonder sometimes if maybe being a city dweller means just going without so many things in the first place, that being part of some huge machine means that we experience a pre-determined loss of things we never knew were "supposed" to be ours to begin with.

*Closed loop, circuit tight and electrical, sparking to life for a moment, dulling down again as soon as a routine is re-established.*

My favorite color is wine.

My hero is no one.

My transportation costs have held steady.

Turning on the news is an exercise in surreality.