i'll find pleasure in not knowing.
regretting the things i didnt say.
pre-new years resolution. spend more time in the library.
the floor, its transparant.
who wouldnt want to be there?
standing on the median waiting for the white man to light up, i looked to my right and saw towers and lights kept my hands in my pockets because the airs too cold. for a second the now felt all right.
im okay with now and later and tomorrow and the day after, yesterday and last year too.
finding comfort in knowing that things are never what they seem and stupidity is certainty.
i will exclude myself from your dimly lit rooms, with your sneaky social dances.
compromised values are scape goats for the phony.
the internet; like doing drugs, betting on horses, drinking yourself to sleep. all the same
Paris in June when i was 14.
Church St. apartment 2B, i turned 8
the Matterhorn in Zermatt, first memories of my dad; 11
who would have thought.