keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Thursday, Dec. 13, 2007 - 8:15 pm >>
as saplings go

all i ever think of nowadays, now that you are really gone is those snatches of surreal conversations we had, in corridors stuffy labs and studios with enough insulation for a skinless polar bear.

"what do you want to do, in the future?"
"i want to ... be happy."

membranes and paper cranes.
we left them all there for the pacific.