Tuesday, August 16, 2011

going home is always a collision with your past and a collapsing of time. I get this icky feeling that it is a lost month, and dangling all around me are objects hanging out from the past. Some remind me of the parts of myself i have reluctantly forgotten, the fears I once had, and others remind me of the consistency the things we don't even realize that never change.

1 comment:

Jun Nakamura said...

This was a sad post, but a good one. Also, no mention of KC meet ups in your blog?!?!? I guess FRIENDS aren't important. LAME.

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