Aug 13, 2003 00:37
When you live in a city covered in smoke like this, you begin to forget there's a world beyond it. In the confines of one apartment things seem inclined toward cyclical change. It's you and I, over and over. We're tripping and spinning and we're falling but the constant is you.
That will never change.
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