There's a postcard, there's a call, there's a picture on your bedroom wall
The play was excellent. Actors were terrific. I think Miriam and Marshall were the highlight of my evening.
I was looking through my freshman yearbook and thinking about all the people in there. There are so many people there I used to know that are completely gone from my life. It's weird to think I've actually had sections in my life, and that some of those sections are just over. I guess it's my turn for senior nostalgia.
it's kind of breathtakingly painful.
And it occurs to me that while I was at that point in time, I never thought it would be over, never thought I would lose touch with these people. And right now I can't imagine not knowing Emily and Fatima and Conor and the odd assortments of people I've picked up over the last four years. And I know at the end of the year we're all going to say "we'll keep in touch, we'll always be friends" - but I know that's not true. I've moved too many times to fool myself into thinking anything different. It's not going to be a forever goodbye kind of thing - just the gradual disintegration of any emotional bonds. Sad, but not a tragedy. Or maybe it is a tragedy because you remember the sudden loss and forget the slow death of relationships.
Well, now I'm sufficiently depressed for the evening. Time to go to bed!
keep the path lit on the only road I know
because all I know to do is go
I was looking through my freshman yearbook and thinking about all the people in there. There are so many people there I used to know that are completely gone from my life. It's weird to think I've actually had sections in my life, and that some of those sections are just over. I guess it's my turn for senior nostalgia.
it's kind of breathtakingly painful.
And it occurs to me that while I was at that point in time, I never thought it would be over, never thought I would lose touch with these people. And right now I can't imagine not knowing Emily and Fatima and Conor and the odd assortments of people I've picked up over the last four years. And I know at the end of the year we're all going to say "we'll keep in touch, we'll always be friends" - but I know that's not true. I've moved too many times to fool myself into thinking anything different. It's not going to be a forever goodbye kind of thing - just the gradual disintegration of any emotional bonds. Sad, but not a tragedy. Or maybe it is a tragedy because you remember the sudden loss and forget the slow death of relationships.
Well, now I'm sufficiently depressed for the evening. Time to go to bed!
keep the path lit on the only road I know
because all I know to do is go