oh my it's been awhile...
i only do things that fit between my shower and cigarette rituals, which take place with great regularity but at no particular time.
i am tired.
i have this very distinct memory of sitting in the hall at my high school when i was about 15 and writing a letter to jordaan in my composition notebook. five years later and i never would have guessed this is where we would be. i never even guessed i would have met him, let alone that i would have lost him.
i don't know if writing in this journal is an attempt to go backwards, all i know is that i need to write something.
p.s. i'm going to cuba. for realsies.
i am tired.
i have this very distinct memory of sitting in the hall at my high school when i was about 15 and writing a letter to jordaan in my composition notebook. five years later and i never would have guessed this is where we would be. i never even guessed i would have met him, let alone that i would have lost him.
i don't know if writing in this journal is an attempt to go backwards, all i know is that i need to write something.
p.s. i'm going to cuba. for realsies.