Titles? We Don't Need No Stinkin' Titles
Yes, I know I haven't written in Livejournal in ages. Shut up.
Anyways, on Sunday, Kristen, Carl, Tim, Jesus (who is always with us) and I went, on a a whim, to Grand Haven at 8:30. It was a wonderful night. The way the fog settled on the lake was magical. From the end of the pier it looked like a black abyss, a pure empty hole, the kind of monstrous vacuum Nietzsche warned not to stare into too long lest it stare back into you. But stare I did.
Also, I got sand in my cap and I bitched about it the entire time. Plus, I have an irrational burning desire for lanterns.
Ah, life.
Anyways, on Sunday, Kristen, Carl, Tim, Jesus (who is always with us) and I went, on a a whim, to Grand Haven at 8:30. It was a wonderful night. The way the fog settled on the lake was magical. From the end of the pier it looked like a black abyss, a pure empty hole, the kind of monstrous vacuum Nietzsche warned not to stare into too long lest it stare back into you. But stare I did.
Also, I got sand in my cap and I bitched about it the entire time. Plus, I have an irrational burning desire for lanterns.
Ah, life.