Tuesday, July 25, 2006

but if it were exactly what & where i wanted to be,
we would be near the ocean.

everything is not perfect.

i read a book and the author talks about how our 'self' does not exist on it's own- it exists only through our relationships.

i miss you.

and my camera is broken, "shattered like a window," kate said.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

i feel like i used to have a spark. Some thing that was mine and mine alone that grew inside me and built me up.

i don't think i have it anymore.

today while walking in the city i saw a black old man with brilliantly white hair and beard, a cap, and amputated legs in an electric wheelchair with a white middle aged woman riding on the platform on the back. it was oddly heartwarming, until she cursed at a driver turning right who was paying no attention to them as they zoomed across the street.