oh my. The deconstruction of Home begins. I'm immersed in finals and papers, but I still notice the way everything is tinged with the poignancy of "this is the last time we'll�"
I hate this part.
*
memory will rust and erode into lists
of all that you gave me
A blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest;
the best parts of lonely�
I'm trying not to wonder where you are.
- The Weakerthans
sleep delays my life. Where does time go?....
dreams:they complicate my life
- REM
9:36 p.m. - 2002-11-30
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