It is oddly comforting to log-in to MSN (a rare occurrence) and find that people are still using the same display names that they have used since forever, when we walked in Perth past the train tracks past the tea tree bushes into caves that led out to the sea. When we sat and talked about our still-small world. When we could only write bad surreal poetry and daydream, bleary eyed, about the future. I could go on.
So life's been a screaming bitch for the past few days, conclusions are dangerous, and I'm just one person staring unapologetically down into a dark chasm.
Dang, I want to jump in just to fill my head with the sound of air rushing past to meet infinity.
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