sometimes the shiny gloss of life appears to wear through in patches, showing the under-texture – not a pretty, shiny thing, but rough and speckled, ugly, with tracks and rails that are set and immovable in small, petty paths, even as the unblemished false surface appears to stretch to the horizon – infinitely smooth with [...]
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Yearly Archives 2006
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feeling nostalgic, slightly numb listening to the songs I listened to during the summer of 2000 lots of change in my life at that point much since amazing how strongly tied to emotions and places songs can be… Moby – Porcelain Stroke 9 – Letters Stroke 9 – Little Black Backpack Vertical Horizon – Everything [...]
hat.
I need to find a hat. A proper hat. A hat which does more than keep the sun off.