history turns sepia-golden
we like to think it was better once, that it meant more. that depth came standard, and that love was just something we did. as we age we lose our ability to see color - we start tinting our own photographic past before it's past.
i had a dream a few nights back about an old friend. we haven't talked since the summer after i graduated from choate. she was one of the most important people in my life, and we, for various reasons generally related to our own health, drifted away from one another. she pops up every so often in my thoughts.
i've been reading a bit of tom robbins since that trip to colorado this summer. we click. although i don't think i could come up with quite so many ways to describe the clitoris. i should probably give that one time.
my climbing partners are horrifically flakey. it seems i'm always the one psyched to go somewhere. oh, wait, my partners have something called lives. silly lives.
maybe it's time for a little personality-fragmenting eight-hour solo drive.
i had a dream a few nights back about an old friend. we haven't talked since the summer after i graduated from choate. she was one of the most important people in my life, and we, for various reasons generally related to our own health, drifted away from one another. she pops up every so often in my thoughts.
i've been reading a bit of tom robbins since that trip to colorado this summer. we click. although i don't think i could come up with quite so many ways to describe the clitoris. i should probably give that one time.
my climbing partners are horrifically flakey. it seems i'm always the one psyched to go somewhere. oh, wait, my partners have something called lives. silly lives.
maybe it's time for a little personality-fragmenting eight-hour solo drive.